Seattle

from by Soda Pants

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Your pictures in my window
Love letters writ by kerosene
Our love is a crescendo
With music missing in between

I picked you up, you took the train
You kissed my face I said your name
We spent the night walking the streets
It was so cold, holding for heat

I drove you to Seattle
We played upon the carousel
You're busy chasing cattle
Tossing diamonds into wishing wells

I found the roof, you took my hand
Said where you'd go, I hate that plan
And my dying dog, was in the stories you told
(of a) White picket fence, and us growing old

But once again I lost you
It was somewhere near the great divide
Coyotes running wild
Casting shadows on the mountain side

I picked you up, you took the train
You kissed my face, I said your name
You played your part, with the stories you told
(of a) White picket fence, and us growing old

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from Soda Pants, released May 9, 2014

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