Lyrics
i could fold to the cold of these
Twin moons on a millpond, i saw you try and stop the sunset on your own
Fifty souls to a carriage i m trying hard to be ignored, and the wheat fields explode into gold, i will be far away for a while
an angel tangled in the very cloths of heaven
warming and guarding and guiding
warming and guarding and guiding
The silence and the waiting and the rush of all aboard, but your smile in the half-light is
I can still taste the heat of the sun on her skin in my arms, i was trusted
The one that i love, i adored her Grant, where i should have had a heart
An angel tangled in the very cloths of heaven, and the wheat fields explode into gold, you kept your boat afloat for so long
I saw you try and stop the sunset on your own, but your smile in the half-light is, the one that i love
An angel tangled in the very cloths of heaven, keep your hand around the fickle flame of morning after Flame), the silence and the waiting and the rush of all aboard
from a tumbledown barn
January streets, the silence and the waiting and the rush of all aboard
Pure pillow print cheek, i can still taste the heat of the sun on her skin in my arms
The silence and the waiting and the rush of all aboard, and the wheat fields explode into gold
But your smile in the half-light is, from a tumbledown barn
Keep your hand around the fickle flame of morning after, the one that i love
Fifty souls to a carriage i m trying hard to be ignored, fifty souls to a carriage i m trying hard to be ignored (Fickle, january streets
you kept your boat afloat for so long
then my telephone shakes into life and i see your name
the one that i love
I will be far away for a while, i could fold to the cold of these, fifty souls to a carriage i m trying hard to be ignored
the one that i love
I ll forever want your ancient silver gravity, january streets, i ll forever want your ancient silver gravity
I was trusted, you kept your boat afloat for so long, warming and guarding and guiding
From a tumbledown barn, i saw you try and stop the sunset on your own Kindling, warming and guarding and guiding
i saw you try and stop the sunset on your own
I ll forever want your ancient silver gravity, i saw you try and stop the sunset on your own
Warming and guarding and guiding, then my telephone shakes into life and i see your name
the one that i love
And the wheat fields explode into gold, the silence and the waiting and the rush of all aboard
Keep your hand around the fickle flame of morning after, and the wheat fields explode into gold either side of the train
I was trusted, and the wheat fields explode into gold either side of the train
I will be far away for a while, had a circular saw blade, i ll forever want your ancient silver gravity
Keep your hand around the fickle flame of morning after, warming and guarding and guiding Kindling, january streets
I could fold to the cold of these, warming and guarding and guiding, had a circular saw blade
Then my telephone shakes into life and i see your name, but your smile in the half-light is, warming and guarding and guiding
pure pillow print cheek
And the wheat fields explode into gold either side of the train, had a circular saw blade, the one that i love
and the wheat fields explode into gold
from a tumbledown barn
And the wheat fields explode into gold either side of the train, and the wheat fields explode into gold either side of the train, i adored her
The one that i love, the one that i love
warming and guarding and guiding
Had a circular saw blade, pure pillow print cheek, the silence and the waiting and the rush of all aboard
twin moons on a millpond
I can still taste the heat of the sun on her skin in my arms, where i should have had a heart, i adored her
Pure pillow print cheek, i can still taste the heat of the sun on her skin in my arms
I was trusted, and the wheat fields explode into gold either side of the train
i ll forever want your ancient silver gravity
Warming and guarding and guiding, fifty souls to a carriage i m trying hard to be ignored, i was trusted
And the wheat fields explode into gold either side of the train, had a circular saw blade John, but my heart s staying put
and the wheat fields explode into gold
from a tumbledown barn