Almanac

There wasn't no harm it in, no harm in it He never said a thing That he didn't mean His was a ...wind, and maybe back to you But it was cut from a cloth That was fast it would seem Here you are, dyed in the wool Here you are, dyed in the wool Here yo

Almanac - The Acorn I read the rings and count the city lights you sing a static sonnet on the dial you could talk a walk, through the mines the stones that skip, the dust that turns to fire the stones that skip, the dust that turns to fire I see it

We could stay last to the ground Don't you like hanging around? We could stay for the season Maybe I'd give you a reason to Won't you return in a year Don't you like living here? You could stay for the season And what of the roots we planted And all