I suppose one, eight, nine! haven't seen
The earlier claims
Could say. I take. A part of my own life.
I am separating
Trail on a bastard sun
Think I would stop clearing my self out
In the windows of larks
I think I would see my future in my phrases of relatives
How simple my heart can be
How simple the start can be
Frightens me
Don't worry we will both find out
Just not together
Don't worry I am alive I just
Can’t feel my thoughts
Your hand was drawing
It seemed like you were making time
Yet Here I am again
At the mirror to peek
It's all that I thought
Then all of a sudden you change
We were covered in each other's snot
In my childhood pile
When it opened, we were already scattered
Reworking the same sense
How little my heart can see
How rippled my scar can be
Hyphens me
Don't worry we will both find out
Just not together
Don't worry we will both find out
Just not together
Don't worry we will both find out
Just not together
Don't worry we will both find out
Just not together
Don't worry you and me won’t
be alone no more
Don't be blurry we have my oath, burn out
Just not together
I won’t mind now
Here I’ll stay again
I am reserved to think
A female voice that feels out of another century quivers over a folk harp on the 11 tracks that make up this exclusive video album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 14, 2016