about
"it sounds like a bunch of sailors." -Marc Golde
So we changed the part to a whisper and added a piano part at the last second.
lyrics
alance dreams with rays of sunlight, as if they were one, and then gone.
And when the sun is tired, she hides like a child beneath the moon.
Tree where've you been, I've been the dear for the year,
I thought your hands would find their way,
To the mouth of the century,
With breast in hand I'm alive and I'm beautiful,
There go my ashes! Are we not young anymore?
If you would come home.
credits
from
Arto,
track released June 10, 2008
Jamie Yanda: vocie, acoustic guitar
Cassidy J. David-Weber: native flute, glockenspiel, drums
Myles Coyne: bass, piano, acoustic guitar
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