Скачать или смотреть Farm Sessions: traffic (original)

my fingers got cold, my voice hasn't woken up yet, but I can't wait around.
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Original on my soundcloud :   / traffic  
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our hearts were playing like children in traffic watchers from windows knew what to expect
we laughed at the frayed edge of a riverside swing and leapt in dark water hiding its depth
got lost in the woods after burning the map as my heart spun the compass and dizzied my head
our toes lost the sand out of sight of the shoreline a comforting riptide pulled us in the ebb
we kissed in the rain, chased after lightning, walked across thin ice and slumbered in snow
cradled the matches as they hit our mattress then laid down together swallowing smoke

my heart is playing like a child in traffic
but I'll never keep him locked up in my chest (sorry for the cliche line here, I meant to change it but...)