i’m sleeping in a city that i've painted with my feet
every haunted arboretum, every empty one way street
with heavy strokes and heavy strides
heavy strokes and heavy strides
with heavy strokes and heavy strides i dimmed them all
in time i’ve come to find myself a lamb in a lion suit
gazing horrified in mirrors at the limbs i grew
but the havens that i knew
the heavens that i knew
the best things that i knew are far too small
but i will never
i’ll never wear little shoes
i’ll never wear little shoes
i’ll never wear little shoes again
i woke my mother in the middle of the night
crying out for eden, or something of the like
but what was she supposed to say
what was she supposed to say
what was she supposed to say for all her grief?
i’d like to think i’m kinder than i was when i was small
that my hands, which found the world, did good and right when they were called
but we all love to live that way
we all love to live that way
we all love to live that way, don’t you think?
but i will never
i’ll never wear little shoes
i’ll never wear little shoes
i’ll never wear little shoes again
i’ll never wear little shoes again
i’ll never wear little shoes again
credits
from Brightness,
released December 2, 2017
emily moran: vocals, electric guitar
josh knowles: violin
avery ballotta: violin
anna stromer: viola
cristobal cruz-garcia: cello
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