Watching Babylon from Cowboy by Axel Carrington

Perfume stains the cinema seat,
These hands look lost in some grim retreat,
You’re all that I care to know.

A fluttering stutter enters the scene,
Enflames & engulfs, envelopes everything,
You’re all that I care to know,
You’re all that I care to know.

I could spend,
All my days,
In this, reflected light.

And we could have our garden spring,
Grow from all this lingering,
It’s all that i care to know.

As simple as this darkened room,
Brightened by branching into two,
It’s all that I care to know,
We’re all that I care to know.

We could spend,
All our days,
In this, reflected light.

But the stories, they all just bend,
Ushered into some fitting end,
Held only by those to relive again.

But the stories, they all just bend,
Ushered into some fitting end,
Held only by those to relive again.

“Let’s start the show.”

• Acoustic
• american primitivism
• folk
• guitar
• Perth