Old Magic
Oh we lost be old magic
Even tragic could not be a child to this
And when dolphins sink like stones
We will know everyone's reached a higher heaven
For i have seen through your dear dear soul
Lolling gowns of velvety brown and bonfire
And i wanna make the run with the coho
Up a dying river going hohome
To a higher heaven
And i have seen you watching him
Metal and black powder
Elk teeth of ivory
The pounding of leather
Old coins in his eyes
And amber magic hands
And constellation skin
I have seen you watching him
Mmmmmmhmmmm
And we ran through the mule shadows
Hand in hand
Sorrows in sorrows
Chased by plastic deer and tarp spirits
Tripping over tools in our pellets
Years of dusty praying
You picked a pouch off of your dad's tree
Poured it in my mouth to show me
How he'd saved all of your baby teeth
You said special fears they always win like
A river been robbed of it's bend a
Braid you just don't want end
A snake who know's he'll never stand
And fingers that can't find their hands a
Bead you just can't seem to strand
Oh don't you know that feeling?
Like someones been stealing
All your kindling
So you tarred the stones to talk
On the fawn fired path you walk
You tarred the flames to talk
On the fawn fired path you walk
You tarred the stones to talk
On the fawn fired path you walk
You tarred the flames to talk
On the fawn fired path you walk
Walk with him.
Even tragic could not be a child to this
And when dolphins sink like stones
We will know everyone's reached a higher heaven
For i have seen through your dear dear soul
Lolling gowns of velvety brown and bonfire
And i wanna make the run with the coho
Up a dying river going hohome
To a higher heaven
And i have seen you watching him
Metal and black powder
Elk teeth of ivory
The pounding of leather
Old coins in his eyes
And amber magic hands
And constellation skin
I have seen you watching him
Mmmmmmhmmmm
And we ran through the mule shadows
Hand in hand
Sorrows in sorrows
Chased by plastic deer and tarp spirits
Tripping over tools in our pellets
Years of dusty praying
You picked a pouch off of your dad's tree
Poured it in my mouth to show me
How he'd saved all of your baby teeth
You said special fears they always win like
A river been robbed of it's bend a
Braid you just don't want end
A snake who know's he'll never stand
And fingers that can't find their hands a
Bead you just can't seem to strand
Oh don't you know that feeling?
Like someones been stealing
All your kindling
So you tarred the stones to talk
On the fawn fired path you walk
You tarred the flames to talk
On the fawn fired path you walk
You tarred the stones to talk
On the fawn fired path you walk
You tarred the flames to talk
On the fawn fired path you walk
Walk with him.
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Writer(s): Marie Sobonya
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