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Sunday Morning I guess I was never coldSunday Morning by ~Tategami
In the fragile snow
With you walking beside me
And we left footprints
That won't last
But they're all that matter now
Cause we won't have another
Sunday morning
Walking in December
Listening to Sublime causes... The sun is melting on the horizonListening to Sublime causes... by ~Tategami
And we'll sit and watch it, baby
Burn my eyes, burn my brittle soul
And start over in this feathered world
Summer's passing, spring ain't coming
There's no time left
There's no one home
So I'll sleep through the end, sleep through the day
The earth stops spinning
We all stop breathing
And there's a strange sort of spectacle
When the last leaves fall to the ground
But we'll be back
As the skies come to a halt
And the grass withers and fades
Cause nothing can break us, babe
Nothing in the world or out
The Green Boatbox There's a record dealThe Green Boatbox by ~Tategami
From a man with no arms
Eating poppy muffins
In the sky, yeah, in the sky
Cause we all float by
And give him two cents
When nothing else can bring him down
There's a farmer's deed
In the old crow's nest
Of an old pirate ship
On the sea, yeah, on the sea
Cause we all float by
And write our initials
In permanent ink on the parchment
And our cellphones ring
Their ding-dong chime
Of new text messages when they arrive
On the screen, yeah, on the screen
Cause we all float by
And no attention is paid
To the late roses of June
The Looking Glass Tree In the Spring there's a fieldThe Looking Glass Tree by ~Tategami
Where the poppy seeds grow
And we go there to be together
It's a place in our heads
That we barely can reach
And it always has perfect weather
Oh, the distance is far
Between you, between I
But I'll always be here when you need me
And I'll wait in the field
Where the poppy seeds grow
Sitting 'neath our old looking glass tree
Sta.sh
