Rusty bikes, melting ice, shield our eyes dazed
Counting hours, homemade scars, the way your hand stays
After market, keeps it darkest, jumps ahead in stages
I don't need protection my skin and bones, I can't wreck what I keep overgrown
If I could read, in the tea leaves that I would land on my feet
I'll play the part, it’s in the cards so this cannot be understood
I'm not proud of all the asking
Up too late, blood gets hungry, it thinks its own way
Missed my turn, no one's counting, this season starts today
Read my number, scratch my leg, this hill goes on for ages
I don't need reminding it's overblown, that I never learned to be alone
If I could read, in the tea leaves that I would land on my feet
I'll play the part, it’s in the cards so this cannot be understood
I'm not proud of all the asking
I love how spacious yet intimate the mixing and lyrics are. Everything comes together so well. I especially love when more elements start to be brought as the album reaches it's climax. pacificbird
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