Dirty Projectors The Highways Is A Foggy Knife
The highway is a foggy knife
Through night time hills I stand flickering
At my brother's side
And he says words I want to hold
Seventh day adventers collide
Cry soft in the night
Metamorphose
If she sounds like you
She's your daughter
Wobbling in gray with sweaty palms
You shall be released, you shall be released
