lyrics
Humming like cathedrals in the gray
They move too slow to see
I've been watching them religiously
My eyes climb their slick sides
I break my neck to see the sky
Shivering in banks and concrete rooms
We're quietly alive, preparing our downtown tombs
A bird is crying lonely in its tree
I recognize the song, but it's sharp language is lost on me
I miss the sounds I didn't know I loved
The mower and the twilight bugs
The yellow finches and passing trucks
I need to drink my fill straight from a creek
And become the Licking River
And if Rose Run forgot her second son
I pray that she remembers
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demos,
released May 25, 2019
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