lyrics
this one is for
the one that i love more
the branch that scrapes at the window
now i walk the floor
what for
who gives the marching orders?
this one is old
but it never got sold
it is a sound that sits upon the wind
the story we told
began to unfold
the verse wasn't much but the chorus was gold
so many nights
that we could not get right
and we fell into bed
before it got light
this one is for
the one that i love more
but all i hear is the scraping
that telling refrain
that you tried to explain
it never made much sense to me
i always assume
and i creep up too soon
a shadow in the shadows
a hare in the moon
the old familiar tune
i cut the branch at the window
so many nights
that we could not get right
and we fell into bed
before it got light
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ram,
released November 21, 2017
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