Lyrics

Loom

indian summer
keeps shoving september aside
every evening
the circling birds just can’t seem to decide
smoke from the factories,
freeways and cigarettes climb
like the thread on a loom
weaving wool with the clouds in the sky

when i look into your eyes
is when i fall into paradise

wrecking ball crushing
through everything left in its path
muscle memory melodies
living in bricks and stained glass
shattered and wasted
on too-good-to-be-true returns
so we sleepwalk the great halls
where all of our memories burn

when i look into your eyes
is when i fall into paradise
when i hear your songbird voice
is when I’m freed from all the other noise

when i look into your eyes
is when i fall into paradise
when i hear your songbird voice
is when i’m freed from all the other noise