Sold my cold knot
A heavy stone
Sold my red horse for a venture home
To vanish on the bow --
Settling slow

Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums
(Or so the story goes)
Color the era
Film it's historical

My mile could not
Pump the plumb
In my arbor 'till my ardor
Trumped every inner inertia
Lump sum

All at once
Rushing from the sub-pump
(Or so the story goes)
Balance we won't know
We will see when it gets warm

what a wonderful song to walk home to.
what a perfect song to run away to.

rachel you'll like this song (:
i miss you my love. friend with my soulmate tastebuds & discerning eardrums.

あさって　dublinに angieと　ひこうきで　いきます。　月曜日に　かえります。　さよなら！
i want to run through the irish fields.