You go where you want
But you're always following
A new tomorrow
A flock of swallows
On the coattails of the sun
Sail through the blue slow
Run through the tree's
And meadows
Spun in a sea of shadows
One hundred degrees
I breathe it in
And decide to keep
It that close
I decide to keep
My mouth closed
Pressed inside my elbow
I decide to save that free air
And exhale at my household
Sit back
And watch the sprouts grow
I'd feel a warmth
Under my foot soles
As they rose from the cracks
In the hardwood floor
And then they clomb
And they arched the door
And vines hung
From the roof
And I had grown
To feel
More at home
I'm going to break out of this mold
Shake these feathers off
I'm going to break out
I'm going to molt
Shake these feathers to the floor
Can't hold me in no more
I'm going to break out of this mold
It happens quickly
So keep your eye out
You'll see it shine
Above the tree-line
And steam rising
And then you'll smile
The new day brings
A new breath of air
Under these same wings
Can't wake up
From this strange dream
And even if I could
I wouldn't
Because I wouldn't
Want to change a thing
I felt it coming
The pressure built up
In my stomach
And my blood was running
The sun was pulsing
Above the hill
And the clouds were sulking
And resting so still
Still the sound of something
Droning in the distance
Just a tranquil humming
Giving the background colour
That shadow stands alone
Like a windmill
Tilting in a gust
And spans the land
Like a laughing crow
And my hair stands
On my back
As it passes over
Like someone tipped
That glass of smoke
Let the past go
You don't have to go fast
You just have to play
The next note
I still try
It's still me on the inside
The same eyes
Under the same winter
Midnight star shine
With a spring mind
And a fear of flying
And oceans
I stay low and dry
I held a torch
To the night sky
And if you squint your eyes
You can see a million fires
Burning right beside
It's an endless sight
And if you chose one now
I would climb
Into the dark
Just to bring you down
That spark of light
What if the stars are ice?
What if they're just holes
In the top of the jar
And we're just bugs
Who forgot how to fly?
Beating these drums
Like our old wings
From an old life
Breathing with lungs
Like rings in a tree trunk
That absorb time
Chase, chase
I leave it all
Chase, chase
I leave it all behind
The sleepless nights
The dream
That place
Chase, chase
I leave it all behind
about
January 2012, Dream Hop, Queen City, Sleepsearch MOLT EP
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released January 16, 2012
Written and performed in 2012 by Travis Findlay
Remastered in 2019 by Angel Marcloid
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