Old Friend

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Future Islands - Pop

Old Friend

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[Verse 1] I whisper the tongue - like an old friend I cherish my time, here - alone I wait in the eyes of the passing night To help me laugh brushfires again By the swallow's sleeve, I'm a new hand Cutting out the shapes that burn me I can touch the mouths of these child gods And these true minds that hurt man [Chorus] And the will - will go up To the crashing sails And the crushing wails Of my old pen This wind screams - while I'm asleep And dreams that these white eyes Will smile again [Chorus] And the will - will go up To the crashing sails And the crushing wails Of my old pen This wind screams - while i'm asleep And dreams that these white eyes Will smile again [Verse 2] I take to the road like an old man I cherish my time here - alone I process the lines of the passing lights Losing myself, I change my plans By the western walls- I'm a cursed hand By the eastern seas - I'm hardly wrong I can swing myself down from these trees When I crave a glimpse of weary sands [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] I whisper the tongue like an old friend I cherish my time here alone I swing myself down from these trees To help me laugh brushfires again

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Credits

Writers
  • Gerrit Welmers
  • William Cashion
  • Samuel T. Herring