American Quilts Songtext
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The muted applause of rain
Sleeves wrapped like licorice on the back seat of our train
Splintered driftwood half moon on my tounge
And other things the backs of leaves should have warned us from
Like laying down in piles
And laughing all day long
Jackets sewn like an American quilt
In a smile
Sleeves wrapped like licorice on the back seat of our train
Splintered driftwood half moon on my tounge
And other things the backs of leaves should have warned us from
Like laying down in piles
And laughing all day long
Jackets sewn like an American quilt
In a smile
The patience of sea salt smoothing shards of a bottle
Reminding us that we're here
Reminding us that we never left
Reminding us that we're on our way home
We made sand from the shakers
Previously lent to the beach by us
We were palm brooms finally learning to stomach their salts
That's when she said
"There are so many things I would have thrown in the ocean
When I was younger, but underneath couch cushions seems a less obvious goodbye"
And I agreed
And continued to build her an ashtray in the sand
The muted applause of rain
Sleeves wrapped like licorice
On the back seat of our train
Reminding us that we're here
Reminding us that we never left
Reminding us that we're on our way home
We made sand from the shakers
Previously lent to the beach by us
We were palm brooms finally learning to stomach their salts
That's when she said
"There are so many things I would have thrown in the ocean
When I was younger, but underneath couch cushions seems a less obvious goodbye"
And I agreed
And continued to build her an ashtray in the sand
The muted applause of rain
Sleeves wrapped like licorice
On the back seat of our train
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