Temperate Night from Squirrel Hour by North of the Checkerboard

All the way around the world
And were all back here

Foggy nights and broken bones
And were all back here

And i can't say why you want me to dance and sing
When all you hear is death and drear on the same tv

I wanna hear people sing (way out there)
I wanna hear people sing (way in there)
I wanna hear people sing (way over there)

I wanna hear people sing

Hot and cold the temperate flows
Vails are windows, close the year

Sending out, another beer
Frozen fingers, stinging ears

Looking back with a wet ass on that soggy bench
And now I know just how it goes and what it meant

I wanna hear people sing (way out there)
I wanna hear people sing (way in there)
I wanna hear people sing (way over there)

I wanna hear people sing (way out there)
I wanna hear people sing (way in there)
I wanna hear people sing (way over there)

• Acoustic
• Peterborough ON
• RPM Challenge
• alternative rock
• bedroom
• indie folk
• Peterborough