out of the streams of the woods nearby summer fair mist faded your eyes smooth and weighted / first flakes and a broken heater lingering stench of over-drafting, it's been clean between these hands / been okay with blankets stacking
the cold will come the cold will go
when you spoke first, you heard alone
pressing palms to your lips when you're on your own
the cold will come the cold will go
past the fields, lake winds still Chicago planting our leaves further north, never sure of what we're going for anymore / drain all the wine in & out in & out of dreams / by the time the dues are paid, the singing hills return our names / and we'll have learned how to wait
the cold will come the cold will go
I've known your teeth since last it snowed
kissing my palms when I'm out on my own
the cold will come the cold will go
credits
from Between the Full and the Fade,
released January 19, 2019
Mickey Osthimer: vocals, guitar, banjo, organ, sound-scaping
Andrew Sears: percussion
Patrick Denney: bass
Ashley Ray: vocals
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