reservations The newness is wearing in Checked my eyes to see if they had spokes See if they are moving See if they had spokes See if there is somewhere
reservations the newness is wearing in checked my eyes to see if they had spokes see if they are moving see if they had spokes see if there is somewhere
Traduction: Calexico. Rayons.
(Instrumental)
When it's getting way too late there's nothing on the slate you've got to take another break step out of the room into the street lit by the moon walk
You're looking in the mirror on your wall
(Field recording from prague subway station)
She swings on the front porch and sweeps her days into an empty sky of a dream drowned in the rain out where the land is as flat as the sea there's a
Follow the current through the city that lies in ruins bottle is washed up but the message is missing heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings pay
Going on their lands for sale to stake my claim burn my name in the soil out past the borders beyond the hill through seasons of nothing safe for the
Put the pedal to the metal
