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Dear Tourist

from The Way The Trees Are by Big City

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We don’t speak
We’re not on speaking terms
We shall probably want to live,
to nightswim, nightswim

Dear Vampire,
embrace me, break my neck
Solitude can go a long way
these days, these days

The wheels clatter by, we’re all mad
The white lightning bolts of dawn
Stroke the mossy walls
and hide back

The wheels clatter by, we’re all mad
The white lightning bolts of dawn
Stroke the mossy walls
in the morning

Lip-synching against the red blue sky
Gymnasts say “Goodbye dear engine”
as you drive by, you drive by

Inhale the musty smell
The silver stairs
swallow you up, my dear tourist
Take this train to catch that plane

Been waiting since the day you called me
on the blue backs of the flock and, you know
Right or wrong
I will stay

Been waiting since the day you called me
on the blue backs of the flock and, you know
Right or wrong
I will stay
here forever

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from The Way The Trees Are, released May 6, 2013

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