Sometimes it comes through In the smallest complications You need to get there soon But you're lost outside of Boston There's no need for proof These
Athabasca has a hold onto its spring And its rivers never seem to stop going Follow back into past wintertime Back to fall back to those early summer
It was the rocks you liked So much you'd throw them Down into the river's darkness Down from where the trains go flying Your legs hung out Into the
(it's) Tough to close this map There's too much wind in the back It's your new coat - I don't like It's way too cold - the radio plays The sky blue-
under the overpass way out in fairlee they were saying i'm convinced the city has its cards a fuel-less fire will always fade keep your hands warm
the words are made with magnets speaking simple information with the consequences open there is nothing more to hear by the end the car was making noises
In April Pennsylvania waits for the small months to return In a while or pretty soon Or pretty soon or in a while Either way the time's delayed Haven
that comes through it won't give you anything They had to leave me - and I'm proud to have a part They had to leave me - it's the nature of concern
if you wake Up to the prize Of yourself And all your eyes Then nothing will Be just like this And nothing is About your will The names are sitting
the summer is coming We should all stand clear Of the heat and high water You don't see - but you hear The porch light fives off small lit circles How
get better All winter The backs of heads make better friends All winter long There is a well of tires Outside South Strafford and Sharon Repeating the nature
