The air is almost a liquid now
Un-stirred sugar in tea
The bells off in the distance allow
Endless periphery
Not from the house of God
Not ungodly
Please let the low and heavy bells
Ring right in to me
Some days are all in the evening
They burn like alcohol
You're there so beautifully breathing
Exhausted from it all
But I like to be with you
Anyway
You want
It's your call
Some days you dance the Spring Forward
Some days the March Crawl
The river bank has been washed away
Unburdened roots from the dust
The wind and water don't care anyway
Endlessly oblivious
Not from the hand of God
Not godless
Please let the wind and water flow
Right in to us
Some days are all in the evening
They burn like alcohol
You're there so beautifully breathing
Exhausted from it all
But I like to be with you
Anyway
You want
It's your call
Some days you dance the Spring Forward
Some days the March Crawl
Some days are all in the evening
credits
released March 20, 2019
Produced by Andy Jenkins and Alan Parker
All instrumentation performed and recorded by Alan Parker
Vocals recorded at Montrose
Mixed by Adrian Olson at Montrose
Photo by Amy Patton
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