Kings Hwy by the Baker's Basement

We moved in… We moved in

We moved into that house with a hand-me-down-couch
A bucket of paint, and a hand-me-down dog
“What’s gonna happen, inside of this house?”
The types of questions you ask, when you’re a cloud in the fog

Cotton ball sheep / Stuck to the walls
A cracked window / it wasn’t our fault
Cookie fortunes / Taped to the shelves
What’s gonna happen / Inside of this shell?

We lived…

We lived in that house that we shared with a mouse
A buck and a spider, some ants and a dog
“What’s gonna happen inside of this House?”
The type of questions-you-ask, when you’re a cloud in the fog

Cobwebs built / Where eyes don’t fall
Connect our photos to the wall
Snails that sit / On piano tops / A garden built on cinderblocks

Tape on the knob / A lock with no key
Had to climb through a window / We were gone for four weeks
Memory jar / Pouring out on the shelf
A glimpse of the world / Outside of the shell

We moved in… We moved in….


Never raked our leaves in fall
We wrote our names on to the wall
Knew every car / A thousand walks
We loved our neighbors / We hardly talked
Inside those walls / A world of tunes
Maddie, Moe, Boo-Lee / Light of the Loon
The Koyanagi Brothers and Mare too
Donna, Chase, Mister Habu

Leaves on the lawn
Cloud in the fog

We lived…

We moved out of that house with a hand-me-down couch
A head full of songs & a hand-me-down dog
“What’s gonna happen, outside of this house? ”
The types of questions you ask, When you’re a cloud in the fog

• Alternative
• alternative rock
• bedroom recordings
• folk hop
• indie
• indie folk
• indie folk hop
• indie pop
• indie rock
• pop
• Cleveland