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My mind is a desert sometimes, and his mind is a beach. Her mind's like a forest oh yeah and his thoughts are out of reach. Called you up when i wanted to talk but the words oh they did dry, empty is the pool of words in this landscape between my eyes. And everyday i want to tell you so much oh everything you'd like to hear, oh everyday i want to tell you so much about this desert in between my ears.

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from Gathered Ghosts LP, released July 19, 2011

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Raised in an apple tree and melted from candles, emerged from the ocean with seaweed sandals, picked from the garden and found in a hole, scraped from the lining of a byzantine bowl.

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