Looking Out
Out with the golden we sew
And the lower past that crawls
Now, to the doorway you run
To the girl that's not enough
Shower's looking, now we're peeking over, I was lucky
In the calm the feather flip the so, of harlot's
All the same
And I hope I'm still in love of course, dust hit the sun
Now, in the passed them again
In the dawn then we hurry
So, I have gathered to bring
And I guess that it never
Shower's looking, now we're peeking over, I was lucky
In the calm the feather flip the so, of harlot's, all the same
And I hope I'm still in love of course, dust hit the sun
You'll be lucky once, when the fall listen to send around
When the sun comes, dry tears from my eyes
So you come around as the weather starts to change
And you settle in, and the best has yet been made
Writer/s: James Vincent McMorrow
