That embryonic moment I wanted to hold it, and that's what we told him, fate nor intervention would
warrant. There's fire in the infantine sky, they came from wicker fields in that time, and fragile wings
lend to multitudes, the old man with his short fuse. Oh whiskey eyes, and fireflies, and wind chimes,
and we still turned out fine. Before he found out about the barn, nor the match or haystacks, still
avoiding marks on our backs. Vocals/Kayla, Acoustic Guitar/Ethan, Bass/Jeremy, Piano/Kayla,
Drums/AJ. Lyrics written by Ethan. Song written by Greyfield
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