Lyrics: Henry Easton Koehler/Jack Schrott
Music: Will Fortna/Henry Easton Koehler/Jack Schrott/Matthew Palmquist
I’ve been subdued
I’ve been selfish with my time
Having left so many messages to die out on the vine
I’m a hollow key ringing
Making incidental contact
With the world of tapping fingers
Stretching out and catching flats
Now that I have seen the difference
Between effusiveness and care
I have lost some of that courage
To extend something sincere
I have always leaned on patience
I have always let things pass
Let the silent detonations
Ripple into something black
La la di la di la la
La da di di da da
La da di di da
The Ginkos get golden
It’s crisp in the morning
Summer left early
Without a warning
Biding my time
Counting the hours
Pulling Invasives
To make room for flowers
Text correspondence
To friends in the east
A few sentences
Every few weeks
Filling out forms with my government name
Cherishing lunch breaks
Eavesdropped exchange
La la di la di la la
La da di di da da
La da di di da
Nothing’s so important
As to keep the leaves from growing x2
Nothing’s so important as to keep the leaves..