Brocilo Restoration - alchemy street pt. 1

In the house on alchemy street
Strange things happen when you fall asleep
The landlord has the look of a creep
But he's a sweetheart I believe

Sunsets all around us, gowning our eyelids
Magnolia pods pulse in the silence
Chalk this anxious feeling down to a science
I'm around, nobody's buying

A little bit further down the road
Twin houses where we're instantly old
Dreams are colliding, the hardware is gold
Hand in bad hand we fold

Still there's a tickle of possibility sown
In the casual relations of adjacent bones
The happy together curious alone
And a low uninterrupted tone

Written by:
Dragan Brocilo

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