lyrics
The distance has been made
Though I'm still here in the city
Being here is a step up
From being hired pity, though I'm still here in the city
This plane goes nowhere
On the foggy track
Visible wear
On my cheeks and lens
Wipe away with strong dark hands
This plane goes nowhere
On the foggy track
No direction here or anywhere
So still I sit here, still here I sit
In my jaguar dress I danced it out
The jazz bounced off the bathroom tile
credits
from
Tour EP,
released August 20, 2014
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