Walking through the seasons
seems so tiring
The air stirs in low hums
of open windows as lives
spill onto the street.
The song plays without guilt
And you were disaster peaking with sunrise.
Peaking with sunrise.
I fold these hands shut
to shut out your glimmering, your glimmering.
So meet me by the lamppost
So we can chat like old friends.
| 1 | Anabacus |
| 2 | Favourite Skin |
| 3 | Lamppost |
| 4 | Misty Eyes |
| 5 | Raccoons |
| 6 | St. Francis |
| 7 | Steep |
| 8 | The Otherside |
| 9 | The Woods |
| 10 | To Rest in Peace on Righteous Tides |
| 11 | Tumbleweeds |
| 12 | Widths and Curves |
| More Albums | |
| 1 | Jailbird Blues |
| 2 | Memoriam |
| 3 | We Lovers |
| 4 | Make It Gold |
| 5 | Thunderlove |
| 6 | Cannon March |
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