Watch my own head Graces from your rest Please run your feet You have nowhere to sleep Listening to us drivers Crawling around a closet Where you want to hide And you'll come until you're found I feel blessed You'd come around Where is the hair That grows along each turning From your head Fly up to night I don't want to be awake Inside of your own rhythm Wonder if you haven't Until you pass and turn Wrapped and dent I will hold onto your hands And know this time Til tree turn into the waterline And you're around It's two lips and heart There's a world deep inside And it licks it's little palms together Preaches like I return to the moon I don't really know I have to see who is this What you actually come home with On the road, listening to our tapes And dreams of old will gather mold We're long ago You always return Where can I find out Oh God why The good is what you're really looking for I can't imagine the memories I can't, you reach to burial
These two are so under appreciated. So many beautiful gems throughout his discography
I always come back here
It sounds like something I've heard before but I know this is my first time listening to this
Thx to the beautiful german lady who makes me discover this song years ago in spain... if you read this i hope you're fine, take care❤
Im I the only one being fulfilled by the nostalgical air and imaginary places that come to me with this song?
Counting...
no
Maybe the most melancholic song I have ever heard, beautiful
Watch my own head
Graces from your rest
Please run your feet
You have nowhere to sleep
Listening to us drivers
Crawling around a closet
Where you want to hide
And you'll come until you're found
I feel blessed
You'd come around
Where is the hair
That grows along each turning
From your head
Fly up to night
I don't want to be awake
Inside of your own rhythm
Wonder if you haven't
Until you pass and turn
Wrapped and dent
I will hold onto your hands
And know this time
Til tree turn into the waterline
And you're around
It's two lips and heart
There's a world deep inside
And it licks it's little palms together
Preaches like I return to the moon
I don't really know
I have to see who is this
What you actually come home with
On the road, listening to our tapes
And dreams of old will gather mold
We're long ago
You always return
Where can I find out
Oh God why
The good is what you're really looking for
I can't imagine the memories
I can't, you reach to burial
Dwarf Fortress Type Beat
lmao
eu amo o violão
❤️
Does anyone know where I could learn how to play this
do you know what dean blunt is dooing in this song, playing the guitar ???
Yes