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These dreams are so big,
And my body’s so small
You have the same affliction I do
You can’t seem to leave the ground
But lately Ive been running off to far and distant fields
You live inside a snow globe that goes turning inside me
I hitched a ride to Massachusetts
And I called you from the mountain
The planets they were turning, turning, turning over me,
And you said that you were searching for the door of no desires, for to cross over completely, for to lay your bible down,
Oh yes, oh no, oh yes, oh no...
But I wanna know, in the mornings lately, are you making yourself pancakes, are you singing in the driveway, are you raising that there angel on your own.
I barely can contain it
This big how much I love you
My world in crystal pieces,
This bone in my throat,
But I’m out here getting older
I am changing with the seasons
And the rains do come,
But what do you know, in the mornings baby
I am making myself pancakes, I am singing in the driveway, I am raising this here angel on my own
We walked across the city, the new and shiny city, the high garage, the cigar box, the salt dogs bridge...
Came home brimming and exhausted to the fallows of your bedroom, to the tangled field of blankets where you lay me lay me down
And I gave over to the once more fragmentation of myself, I was spilling into pieces, I was turning on my shelf,
Oh yes, oh no
But what do ya know, in the morning baby, you were making me some pancakes, we were singing in the driveway, we were raising up the angels on our own.
released November 13, 2019
Thanks to Tim Lewis and Rocket Dog studios in Burlington VT