Old Capitals letra

We only speak through these machines.
Bending blades of grass,
cutting rings into trees.
I drag myself from this bed we've made,
our warmth has escaped.
I know these fronts will change.

My Heart To Joy - Letras

• All of LIfe Is Coming Home
• Can You Feel It, Captain Compost?!
• Empty Homes
• Ethics
• Everything Devo Ever Dreamed Of
• Giving My Hands Away
• Goldheart Mountaintop Queen Directory
• I Think You Woke The Dead
• Old Capitals
• Seasons In Verse
• Sirens
• The Ungodly Arch-villian Voltaire Is Dead
• Thistly Corner Of The Forest
• True Levellers
• Watch Me Live
• Worn Out Weater