If my god had caught me walking down another aisle,
In a dream, a funeral's got me riled up.
Would his actions come and visit me,
Rolling thunder over rum and tea?
Tired of the way the wind keeps talking out of symmetry,
I hook the bait and try to memorize
The order of the never-ending seas,
The busted San Andreas melodies.
I've been here a lifetime,
In the old magnolia trees.
I drank all my lifelines,
It's the right time to descend into the breeze.
Eight nights alone and I'm addressing every passing need,
But I promise I've forgotten almost every damn thing.
Dig me under dying stars tonight,
The high is blinding and I've been sorry for miles.
from Scenes Of The Tourist
released January 13, 2017
Written by Kyle Wall
Featuring Alex Hargreaves (violin), David Moss (cello), Roy Williams (acoustic guitar)
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