letra de hundred hues - maxwell stern
communal radio transmissions
thick yellow flowers on the dash
mike and tommy stretching out a landline back to [?]
“how was the show?” the speaker asks
dragging smoke and mirrors through a dc hov
the beltway left a bruise
early morning sister with the dog out on the james
virginia sky, a hundred hues
could never tie down all the timelines
that only crossed a time or two
if we compared when we felt anchored and aware
i’m guessing we might share a few
heavy air filled up with quеstions
all getting back to where i’vе been
so preoccupied with pinning down what i’m becoming
that i forget to breathe it in
exhale
i don’t know what happens next
what happens next
i don’t know what happens next
what happens next
could never tie down all the timelines
(i don’t know what happens next)
that only crossed a time or two
if we compared when we felt aware and free
(i don’t know what happens next)
i’m guessing we might share a few
could never tie down all the timelines
(i don’t know what happens next)
that only crossed a time or two
if we compared when we felt aware and free
(i don’t know what happens next)
i’m guessing we might share a few
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