Fleet Foxes White Lace Regretfully
White lake lightening lace
And caught in my widest dream
Old kind night after night
I'd wait to be strung to me
Only man why older
No light would ever come over
No whitened waiter ran into my shoe
For you
One day guiding away
I had to my garden dream
Oh, then frightened of him
Asleep in my die today
Water wouldn't be older
No way I'd ever run over
My time belittle regarded and stood
Down the centre the stairs
I had the dime in the air
Oh, night will never not wouldn't want
Do to you
And then it would, like, go into that
See what I'm saying?
Alright
