Album: To The Tall Trembling Trees (2016)

Hunting Season

When I was really young I lived in this tiny town called Wilkinson in Washington state. It is at the base of a giant, snowy mountain that you could see from the windows of the school bus and your classroom and even you bedroom windows. And people were always saying it was going to erupt any day, so once a month we'd have to get under our desks in preparation. And the school bus used to drive by this old metal boat that was [?] I always used to daydream that when the mountain exploded that I would get in the boat and I'd be save from the lava and I could go to my mothers work and pick her up and we would ride somewhere. I was never Dre where we would go but anywhere that was save

He took one to the lake and he felt like a pine
that don't no longer wide-eyed and a love not mine
We both had made mistakes in this war that's our life
We don't no longer wide-eyed my dear, my wife

I'm not like you, would have let him walk away
You took your aid and my eyes became two cames, cames

You almost got away, left to bleed in our minds
We don't no longer wide-eyed in a blood like wine
We both have tried to fake all the joy in our lives
We don't no longer wide-eyed my dear, my wife

I'm not like you, would have let him walk away
You took your aid and my eyes became two cames, cames

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