Idler Cassette Demos

I was back on that hill top in Iowa
We were whispering along to the songs we played out of key
He said he listens and it takes him where he wants to go
And I know what he means

The sublime can be so simple
I suppose it always is
Like stained glass in a window
If silence is close to god, then what is this

In the ripened peppers crawling through the sill
In the songs you lazily cast through the space
In the cracks and the breeze and the floating fills
I see your face

The sublime can be so simple
I suppose it always is
Like stained glass in a window
If silence is close to god, then what is this



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Writer(s): Will Keller
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