Migration to a town where
Tree swallows houses
Migration to a town where

Tree, swallows, houses

Like a match you've started

We're all aging doubles.
We sing,


(tapping harmonics)

we danced,

Shoes on shoes
To the sound of the spinning
Machine.


And we slept arm-in-arm,
So soundly ignoring the outside

Sounds of the ongoing horrible scene.

We danced

Shoes on shoes to the sound of the spinning
Machine


(accapella)

We slept arm-in-arm

So soundly ignoring the outside
Sounds of the ongoing horrible scene