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Olivia Control

if i'm going out i want to take with me (a month of golden sundays) if we're going out should we bring a map? or should we lose ourselves in meaning

if i'm going out i want to take with me (a month of golden sundays) if we're going out should we bring a map? or should we lose ourselves in meaning

home of the saints burn down the walls between spaces between friends archaic angels pose in rows and in my garden angels grow they come inside only at

you are the subject of many conversations from three points of light to the fourth i sang a song that lasted a year you are the subject of sketches i

when this life it gets you down and you just can't find the sound of the world around you cubist castle is a place we have been to i know i have seen

people made of paper come and go but shadows grow green behind in a diary of wood we found the things that make us grow these worlds an umbrella made

all we are is fingers on a reaching hand towards the sky... below the sea...

I was there when you were down Generally feeling gratified and electrified Poetry of feelings good Drama through the night If you get to your destination

what if we wore our stripes in the sky on a clear day you can see the flags from miles away cloud shadows stretched several states and bubbling music