last night i imagined myself, as a private investigator
i slept early on my tiny bed, a mountain mattress
by my lonesome, quiet and searched the radio
by my lonesome, quiet and searched the radio
now the light is pooling on the leaves, the wind is
squirreling
through the house is asleep, bodies recovering from
toxins
lonesome, quiet and searched the radio
by me lonesome, looking for something new to say
up and down up and down the hallways and the
streets
knocking hushes whispers quiet and quick
up and down up and down the hallways and the
streets
knocking hushes whispers quiet and quick
you sit with a map on your lap, create fantastic worlds
i think i must be afraid of death, i wonder if i'm
melancholic
lonesome, quiet and searched the radio
by my lonesome, break windows with pebbles for the thrill of the sound when it cracks
credits
from Self Titled,
released February 1, 2012
A.O.: Harry Ann, melodion, vocals, percussion
words by Larissa Diakiw
music written by A.O.
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