It's a Tilly and The Wall kind of morning here in Arizona Town, so much so that I couldn't figure out which song suited my mood more. Guess we'll just have to listen to them both eh?
More on the great banjo adventure later Dear Friend! <3
So I thank the city, the lights that it's spinning
The friends that I have and the shoes we’re not shining
The drunk horn’s so violent, all spinning out sounds
But the colour’s so vibrant , the colour’s so loud
The newly-born crying realizing what life is
The eyes of my grandfather right before dying
The see-saw of all, its rickety bounce
The feeling of coming, the feeling of going
The mother, the child, the tame and the wild
The sleeping in minor, the gold leaf, the tire
The crooked, the straight, all the hip and the fake
Oh, I'm finally feeling the stitching of beautiful seams
Sometimes you just can't hold back the river
No one will ever save you
If no one can ever find you
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