The Lucksmiths
what passes for silence
She knows how pathetic it looks
Sheâs read it in books
And seen it in strangers
Eyes on the fickle spring skies
Awaiting the moment eveything changes
Unsure what to hope for when it does
What the hell happened last night?
Their first ever fight
And those far away sirens
She sighed to herself âfor fuckâs sakeâ
Lying awake in what passes for silence
Matching her breathing to his
What sheâs wondering is:
How did they come to this?
How did they come to this?
How did they come to this?
- :
- First Frost
- Warmer Corners
- Naturaliste
- Where Were We?
- Staring At The Sky
- Happy Secret
- What Bird Is That?
- The Green Bicycle Case
- Boondoggle
- Miscellaneous
- A Good Kind Of Nervous
- First Tape
- Spring a Leak
- Get-to-Bed Birds
- The Matinée Grand Prix
- Cartography for Beginners
- Midweek Midmorning
- T-Shirt Weather
- A Boy, a Girl, and a Rendezvous
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