Toronto from Quentin by Fun At Camp

"my friends are coming home" you said with open invitations
you kiss me on the nose and scrape the sugar from your tea
"if there's anything you'd like it wouldn't bother me to grab it"
as I flicker through the door and finger divots in my teeth

if your plane comes down and there's no one there to greet you
your minute hand revolves around until you understand
if you see a great awakening but only from your window
you will find me in toronto with a broomstick in my hand

so if your plane comes down in a city unexpected
where all my jokes are funny and there are rubies in my eyes
in the morning you'll be waking to the streetlight out your window
in the heart of our toronto with a ripple in your sigh
give my love to el dorado, it was nearly worth the try

• Alternative
• bedroom
• garage
• indie
• lofi
• Atlanta