Small Towns Burn a Little Slower. Mortality As Home Entertainment. Wait For Me Abby Bernstein. Zeneszám

Heads delicately dreaming of the beauty behind shadows
She sings inside the saddest homes
Together we in our hard spring
Lie apart asleep in green country and now I'm on my own
Everything is gone, oh my God
In the gift of a moment we whisper beneath chocolate skies
Water chanting springs symphony of rain
[lyrics comprised of two magnetic poems]