this track is about being ill in the city and moving to the country and still needing an inhaler but not as much
lyrics
Birds they sing outside my window when the light is alive
And heaven abounds along a blanket yellow sky
And the green grass across the ground brings fire to my eyes
And the morning succumbs to a dull stale moonlit night
And my feet are all twisted in tight leather shoes
And ‘neath my rib I feel a pain that subdues
And my blues are akin to those felt knelt at a pew
And my guilt is as unending as my thinking of you
So I do what I do
And try and make it make some sense
And I make something new
So I may have anything
To sit with and deal with and open up my in
Bring out my being
Start to breathe again
And the cold breeze is crisp like it just left the sea
Against my face it hits as I skip in luxury
Of all the tall fields and bright steel it’s my dichotomy
And I sink into rye sleep, it just swallows me
Well the thousand sounds of broken summer take their place
And the thousand sands that I may count, I make no mistake
As I put them into parts, resting order so fake
They are infinite, timeless, and never just stay
So I do what I do
And try to make it make some sense
And I make something new
So I may have anything
To sit with and deal with and open up my in
Bring out my being
Start to breathe again
credits
from French Kiss Lessons,
released April 10, 2020
written, performed, and produced by b.w. johnson
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