Winter’s making pot holes while my eyes are collecting dust. Now I’m smelling grass turned yellow like theres a swimming pool out front. Looks like where I learned to stand on roller blades. I can feel the pavement scrape my knees. My memories are growing well in age while I’m still sitting in the same scene. -[c]- Maybe I’ll grow up with time.. Someday when I’m old. The sunset lets the moon to rise; a confidence I struggle to learn. “You live where time don’t turn.” “Yeah I got lessons to relearn.” “You must learn to let go.” “It’s not my choice to hold on.” -[c one day I’ll follow suit]- You can spend a winter blinking thinking how you wound up wrong. If you can trick a man into over-thinking, his legs will eventually fall off. -[c]- -[c]-
credits
from 4. (So far, so good),
released May 12, 2017
Robin French on Keys, Jeff Linus on drums
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