The Promise Ring - Between Pacific Coasts

Down the lane, I breathe out loud in half frozen air.
And the black amnesias in heaven are lighting a half moon on the stairs.
And I bite my lip when I breathe out loud.
Wrapped in Japanese paper all the way around.

California can't see the sun rise,
Because smoke doesn't climb like it lingers.
Runs long on a broken lung.

Written by:
DANIEL JOHN DIDIER, DAVID S VON BOHLEN, JASON P GNEWIKOW, SCOTT THOMAS BESCHTA

Publisher:
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