The Burren from Temporal Temperament by The heartless Artichokes

We went out for a walk. The warm air was pressing against us. We were looking for new hiding spots. We held connecting hands just above our heads. We say when we're older we will not forget this day. We will not.

I mean the words I say, and the feelings in my bones. You went looking to find me, you searched all over town. When you found me you told me not to let go. I wouldn't do that for all the gold under the rainbow, for all the songs played loudly on the radio.

We held connecting hands just above our heads. We say when we're older we will not forget this day. We will not. I mean the words I say, the feelings in my bones. As I sing these words of praising to you straight from my heart.

• Acoustic
• anti-folk
• folk punk
• lofi
• singer-songwriter
• Ypsilanti