Within Our Bubbles

I don't care about what goes around tonight
or how we both spend our days a week ago
I don't mind forgeting about you for hours
but tonight I miss us.

Our shared words, sounds and secret stories
The kind and rough way to see live,
and how ironic things would turn out after so many years
I miss that...

Talking about the little cloud,
your particular storytelling 
and how our laugh would express so much guilt
but knowing that we shared a nature,
one that even when it wasn't the best of us
it represents a connection.

I don't care about my current states
or what tomorrow will become into,
I don't mind the outside world without our figures
but tonight I miss us.

Lyrics by Freelance Whales

October's got those orange eyes
But somehow I still lost sight
When you lifted the lid off of my pumpkin head
And kissed me goodnight
Should it be a thorn in my side
We never quite broke that horse
She slept in the cul-de-sac right
Seven miles from my front porch

Bundle up and come with me now
Down the road where to the burnt down barn
We could make a blanket of coats
And breathe our souls into the neighbours front lawn
But oh god that look in your eye
Trouble that does not search words
It sprung from the biblical vine
And are waiting to return to the dirt

The stitches in your winter clothes
Your cello bows
We stole your hair to make them
We're sorry for the iron shoes
We nailed to you
And stuck you in the rain
And then you sprinted away
Sprinted away to where I don't know
God's moving in your bloodstream
Where the cross beats aren't so slow

You swept all the red from my cheeks
I didn't hear you come back inside
And light up the gas in the den
And stand there in the thin winter light
But oh god that curve in your spine
A question mark
A doctor sign was framed by the windowsill
And you saw something I did not end that night
You saw something I did not end that night

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