Cherub from Heirloom by Ornamental

The most important things to me seem to be between wake and sleep
I understand now but the though still makes me weak
graceful by the light of the moon
swimming in the creek in the springtime
graves and wildfires

spent your Sunday's on your kitchen floor
argued of you and I and what was yours
but i was crazy about truth and I don't think I even knew

The most important streets to me
seem to be in memories of the garden or my old house
whispers on the drives back home
nights embossed in mystery
always dancing out my window

Next time you see me I'll be old
thinking of disappearing for a bit into the unknown
and when we meet again I hope to see you have grown
lick my wounds clean like an animal

• Alternative
• indie folk
• lofi
• New Jersey