The house is tilted
The dust is quilted
And the grass grows to incredible heights
Don’t bother knocking
No sense in stopping
The moths, they tumble into the lights
Nature takes its time
Your hand could crush me
And if you touched me
I think I’d crumble into the ground
And if these walls could talk they’d scream
They’re on the wrong end of a bad dream
And I don’t trust it
The things that we keep
When the rain comes, it comes a foot deep
Sitting under stain glass lamps
It spins in circles, our clothes are damp
And I don’t trust it, the things that we keep
When the rain comes, it comes a foot deep
Time is interrupted
The words repeat
When the rain comes, it comes a foot deep
And I don’t trust it
The things that we keep
When the rain comes
It comes a foot deep
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Love those quiet intertwined guitars echoed by the brittle voice harmonies. Thoughtful and intricate. The sort of music that rewards repeated listening. Dave Underwood
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