Cellar doors collected
In the whites of your eyes and teeth
California treats you cold
Even when the sand burns your feet
And if your guts are having doubts
Then your body should follow suit
Treasure your detachment from him
Our separation is only in terms of
The miles on the map
The sunlight scans your solitude
My lips get cracked and freeze without a kiss
The palm trees on your postcard
Only make me envious
And if your lips are having doubts
Then your skin should follow suit
Treasure your detachment from him
Our separation is only in terms of
The miles on the map
The airport lights are blinding
Odd for such a hopeful place
Flesh and voice replace word and page
For once our eyes will match our typeface
credits
from Every Broken Clock,
released October 15, 2009
Nick DuFour-vocals, guitar, glockenspiel
Gordon Smith-keyboards
Alex Glendening-drums
Written by Nick DuFour
Recorded by Gordon Smith
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