All I want is brick house with a porch that wraps around All I want is land enough for my children to run In the highest pitch of grace, the end of trial and gratitude It was for you that all others I did forsake For you all others I would forsake How could it have been so often that we did speak of purpose and of having Dreamt his body with his back to the lake, certain depths I cannot place Walk and talk fine through all of the days, still I miss the words you’d say Past the point now of trusting it to change I've just learned to live around it Still, I will sleep too long or I will hardly sleep at all So from where does energy come Meet me by the fire door, of happiness I don’t ask more She is who I cut root vegetables beside, with you still in my mind It is with them that we spend our nights, laughter that tides through the rest But I liked it best when the morning had not left And wake was not yet in your eyes High, high, high, low, low, low I would have seen you through both Sunshine Marmalade
Absolutely gorgeous. She deserves some recognition!
I keep coming back to this. Simply mesmerizing.
Eagerly awaiting her album arriving at my door in vinyl format.... The world shall be on pause for the duration of the first play
All I want is brick house with a porch that wraps around
All I want is land enough for my children to run
In the highest pitch of grace, the end of trial and gratitude
It was for you that all others I did forsake
For you all others I would forsake
How could it have been so often that we did speak of purpose and of having
Dreamt his body with his back to the lake, certain depths I cannot place
Walk and talk fine through all of the days, still I miss the words you’d say
Past the point now of trusting it to change
I've just learned to live around it
Still, I will sleep too long or I will hardly sleep at all
So from where does energy come
Meet me by the fire door, of happiness I don’t ask more
She is who I cut root vegetables beside, with you still in my mind
It is with them that we spend our nights, laughter that tides through the rest
But I liked it best when the morning had not left
And wake was not yet in your eyes
High, high, high, low, low, low
I would have seen you through both
Sunshine Marmalade
BEAUTIFUL