Lyrics

That old fence blew down Hollow vines were filled with sound And I can't believe How much you echo in and out of me I've been losing mystery Space inhales the air I breathe Snowbells are blossoming No place to place my insecurities So I stumble around: Therapy and self destructive tendencies I've been losing mystery Space inhales the air I breathe Blue van, white hills, bay and sea I know this is good for me Midnight, Oakland, December 9th: Two over a burning light Ashes blowing through the trees I hope this is good for me