Goldpines (ft. Matt Schellenberg)

You flew in last September
Prometheus in a leather coat
Singing songs we remember
Chopping wood to stay afloat

They say that there's one story
A stranger comes to town
Now a rumour's flying round again
Again, Again

Blue eyed nights of November
Rolling joints to pass the time
Wood fired priests of December
I'm not the man to tow the line

They say that there's one story
A traveller leaves their home
Not knowing where they're going again
Again, Again

Follow me down
Follow me deep
Worlds spinning round
I'll fall asleep

Beneath the Goldpines
Beneath the Goldpines



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Dirks
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