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
credits
from Molt EP,
track released January 16, 2012
Written, Composed, Performed, Recorded and Mixed by: Travis Findlay
Mastered by: Angel Marcloid
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