'soon this space will be too small and I'll laugh so hard that the walls cave in then I'll die three times and be born again in a little box with a golden key and a flying fish will set me free ... soon this space will be too small and I'll go outside and I'll go outside'... lhasa de sela




o momento da noite de ontem...




Quiet
quiet down she said
speaking to the back of his head
on the edge of her bed
i can see your blood flow
your cells grow
hold still a while
don’t spill the wine
i can see it all from here
i can see
i can see
weather systems of the world
and every time you turn the soil
another cloud begins to boil
some things you say
are not for sale
i would hold that we’re
all free agents
of a substance or scale
hold still a while
don’t spill the wine
i can see it all from here
i can see
i can see
weather systems of the world


Andrew Bird




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