Song | Mineral Point |
Artist | The Promise Ring |
Album | The Horse Latitudes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Butterfly kissing you by the river, where it started. | |
Sandy strands of dishwater hair and raspy whispers of cotton-picked fields, off-white, under dry wind skies. | |
The sun visits you, shorelines undone, waits on wading ankles in shivering pools, just moving on (forget me not, dear). | |
God created butterfly kisses to ruin concentration, land in you warmer than a whisper. | |
Like ivies come, comets break, west turns north, sends you home. | |
The sun is just moving on. | |
Forget me not, dear. |