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lyrics
Slumped down into some bed
I wrap my mind around the riddle that is you in my head
My broken silver compass won’t stop spinning
A single engine airplane propeller take me anywhere
Bend to lace your shoes, finger traces the distance on the map
Separating sticky floors and midnight rides through the city
From the impossible mess of the day before
Stitch the gaps with sewing machines
Our barren bodies wrapped from the in-between
Kamea we're going home
Gather your friends and I’ll call up my family
No empty promises, constant eternally
Bend to lace your shoes, I am silver on the map
Caught between the tracks, I ride alone
Call me Salta, you Kamea, don’t be scared to write back
When you receive my requests penned to paper and then carefully carried by the postman
Kamea we're going home
Gather your friends and I’ll call up my family
No empty promises, constant eternally
It’s the lump in my throat, it’s the breaking of bones
It’s the two hours home, yeah, it gets me thinking