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Idealistic daydreams by wobbling vocals. An intimate affair. A depressive love song written by someone feeling very claustrophic, living in the biggest city they've ever lived in. There's no escape from the sounds of cars and freeways. No wilderness to be alone in. |
Label: Kitefishing Family
Credits: C. Chamberlain, Phillips, Taft, Levette, D. Angulo |
Lyrics
There you sit with veins of trees, running to touch your feet. The big city movers, they roar by periodically. Disturbing the natural order of the sound that surrounds us. Funneling through our ears straight to the very soul where we keep our love safe from this cold world.
We swim in love and drown gleefully
if only we can make believe
We'll cover up our fears with light
so they cannot see us in the night.
There you sit graceful as a lotus
hands splayed on knees, eyes closed, your breathing slowed, your face a glow
oblivious to the screaming cars that disgrace this forest of gods
the touch of your skin, I cry out all my blood in the yearning for you.
Here we sit, no words but trees and breath that breathes like the wind,
clouds and the ocean of heaven, our eyes see through it all, it's make believe.
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