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My Fondly Fahrenheit

from The Way The Trees Are by Big City

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You can be these tides you don’t trust
In the morning, after
the changing of the guards
and all the laughter

He can be these hands, moon and milk,
just right before you
hold aloft the trophy
Let’s murmur softly:

We can be carefully laid out, paralyzed,
above the sea
And you, you bursting into flames,
be our juggler slumped over the waves

You can be our midfielder, yes you can
(Slumped over the waves)
You play the game the right way, yes you do
(Slumped over the rules)

You can be these books you can’t read
In the evening, after
the animals awake
and the fences fracture

She can be queen, phone operator,
in a foreign language
only you can speak,
my sleeping driver

We can be carefully laid out, paralyzed,
above the sea
And you, you bursting into flames,
be our juggler slumped over the waves

You can be our midfielder, yes you can
(Slumped over the waves)
You play the game the right way, yes you do
(Slumped over the rules)

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

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