There is a field
Under moon
There is a sky
in the darkness
There is a stick
In your throat
season to kill
on the stairs
There is sinew
Under your coat
A look in your eye
I might miss
There is a hill
We can lie on
You come from high on the plains
We end up here right in the same place
No one knows your past
We come from wildernesses of mistakes
Snow underfoot
There is no summer
It will grow back
Just not right now
A time on the floor
A place to get used to
Curl up and sleep
A place to get used to
Choose me come home
Or a field in the darkness
There is a moon
I’d grab if you wanted
A season to kill
It will grow back
Running around
Getting lost
You come from high on the plains
We end up here right in the same place
No one knows your past
We come from wildernesses of mistakes
Cracking compilation of unreleased songs from punk and garage bands in support of the recent Ghost Ship fire in Oakland. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 15, 2016