The Newfound Interest In Connecticut - And It Sings For Itself

Falling in low lit red gray ashes

How long has it been, he thought out
Hands down echoes swell out
Loud like someone was listening now
Move over the surface, body of water

Putting it down: A little lighter everyday
He is breaking waves, they draw
We laugh, but we can't remember why

On him - under the water
Phoning it in, you won't believe what
Until he's gone
You can't forget

This is not written down
Drying, ice on our skin warm
This is out loud putting our words to
Along our hair the orange glow

Song, our day to days, and our hearts
Behind the back of our eyelids
Apart he sees an ant crawling up

The water has never been colder than
The window pane it stops an inch above the
It is this year
Rooftops

Then it had wings
Then it flew
Far and away

(I can hear you now)
(You were in the woods)