Piscadoro King Fisher and Michael C Brown - Spaces

I used to say it never really to mean it
I used to see it but never really believe it yet it wont go away
Every little underthing understands something else
Some other way

You could be the candle whose
Flicker trickles down to
Every shady place
That i have ever ever been to

Little children made out of tiny suns
Metal marigolds with petals made of golden guns
Other planets in faces, spaces
Made of stoned and starry gazes
Spiderweb dimensions that flower into
New worlds that you've already been to
Through the new blues you cut your clothes to
cnd the deep sleep whose secret knows you

Spent a little yesterday thrown my bones
In a hole out back where the dogs wont go

There's a little winterglow creepin in the window
cnd i hear music when the wind blows

Every little love in the middle of the night
Helps keep me warm and in the light

Written by:
Jamie Brown

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