Ian Askew: Vocals, Drums
Ben Miller: Bass, Backing vocals
Zeke Wapner: Guitar
Michael Untereiner: Guitar
James Katz: Backing vocals
lyrics
Step on leaves so you don’t see them
You are more impressed with the ones in my hand
Laugh softly
Juniper return to my head
Handsome trees and handsome people
I can finally ignore
Talk to henry
Make the word our chalkboard
Draw our own world beneath our toes
Dancing feet trace the cold
Walk me through your world
Pretend like we are growing old
Inversion frees your colors
Balance cures mine
Red, yellow, blue, in our bodies
Clear my mind, empty
Sit by the stream
Let our sticks, float underneath
Yours comes second, mine first
We both, we both, we both win
Draw our own world beneath our toes
Dancing feet trace the cold
Walk me through your world
Pretend like we are growing old
We are growing old…
Draw our own world beneath our toes
Dancing feet trace the cold
Walk me through your world
Pretend like we are growing old
Draw our own world beneath our toes
Dancing feet trace the cold
Walk me through your world
Pretend like we are growing old
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