babe.wav - Curtain Call

She's the tundra's soft moan
She's the heedless rain on the road headed home
She thinks I'm guilty of this prose
But I haven't wrote since the creek out back froze

Whether the flowers are rare or common
Don't matter at all
'Cause her hand holds a rose & her heads out the window

And her hair flows like oaks in autumn
With beauty in a stranglehold
In the Yukon you knew before the lupine grew that you'd go

She's the bell's broken toll
No need to ask she don't toll for me no more
She's the wind-up bird in flight
But once unwound will fall from the sky

Whether the towers are manned or abandoned
Don't matter at all
'Cause the guard of my heart fell asleep at the curtain call

And our time slows like wind through a bottle
Whistlin' the same tune from high to low
And when everything's still
You'll be halfway to him but alone

Whether the towers are manned or abandoned
Don't matter at all
'Cause the guard of my heart fell asleep at the curtain call

And our time slows like wind through a bottle
Whistlin' the same tune from high to low
And when everything's still
You'll be halfway to him but alone

Oh when everything's still
You'll be halfway to him but alone

Written by:
Peyton Whalen

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