New songs are magic. They capture the way I’m feeling right now. My older songs often feel like they were written by someone else.
Life is dynamic and ever-changing, fluid like music. The muse is a fleeting and wonderful thing. In that spirit, here’s a new song.
There’s a sound that keeps me up at night
An ache in my soul that’s older than me
A crooked light that comes through the window
Slaps a smile on my face, takes me down deep
Way beneath the surface of the sea
Where the fish are blue and quick
I wanna do some good while i’m down here
Tired of waiting to be picked
You’re my beautiful haunt, yes you are
You’re my beautiful haunt, yes you are
Fly past the soul of a star
I’d rather feel too much than be numb
Rather be too loud than play dumb
Take the time that I have and beat on this drum
All the way back to where we come from
It’ll all be over soon enough
They’ll lay me back down in the dirt
And I’ll finally hear old old Jesse’s tales
And understand all the laughter and hurt (but until then)
You’re my beautiful haunt on the handlebars
You’re my beautiful haunt, yes you are
Fly past the people in cars
Take this hand, take these truths
Take my eyes with you across the room
I wanna hold and be held by you
Lick your lips and your crooked tooth
You’re my beautiful haunt, yes you are
You’re my beautiful haunt, yes you are
Fly past the people in cars
Fly past the soul of a star
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