Mountain rocks are calling me in
I waved goodbye to you
As you cried from the drive
I could smell you on my shirt
As I sat down on the diamond
Sharp tool box
The sun sets down between long powerlines
Running to the mainland
I felt the weight as it set
Oranges and yellows and reds
Paint the corner of the clouds
Goodbye
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC
Mountain rocks are calling me in
I waved goodbye to you
As you cried from the drive
I could smell you on my shirt
As I sat down on the diamond
Sharp tool box
The sun sets down between long powerlines
Running to the mainland
I felt the weight as it set
Oranges and yellows and reds
Paint the corner of the clouds
Goodbye
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