It rained all the platinum reflections that made their way into your dreams.
and the feathers that fell of your body I kept and saved though my memory complete.
We laughed on the sets of the movies they made
and broke down into waves
all the sounds that we swore were where music was born
what we heard took us prisoner from sleep.
The moon for a lantern for reading lips to learn the words for her
and knowing the crow for to trust and ancient in your way.
supported by 27 fans who also own “05-Of the West (and eastbound for summer)”
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309