Traditional Senses from Broken Tape by Michael Andre Sampson

When my father first met my mother
She was kicking him out of her apartment
She had broken her leg
That day
She was tired
And wanted to sleep

When my father proposed to my mother
He tied her a ring out of string
With a notecard that read
This is all I can get
Til the world tells its secrets to me

I'm not for love in traditional senses
I like my love where it fills in the cracks
I don't need love like those storied romances
The white picket fences
The only get one chances

I don't need something that burns like a dry Christmas tree
I need something that moves like the continents
Parting the sea
For the new world to come
And on a quiet day, you can hear all of it hum

I'm not for love in traditional senses
I like my love where it fills in the cracks
I don't need love like those storied romances
The white picket fences
The only get one chances
Petticoat dances
Flights and the fancies
He was so handsomes
She keeps me honests
Mistletoe transoms
Love isn't ransom
It's blowing the bank open

• Acoustic
• Folk
• americana
• country
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• Seattle