Cinnamon Fingers - Ley Line

Sunset, sweet smoke and long cries, baby eyes, odara is showing

I never know of my dreams at night, my memory tip toeing

Sleep under the sill and hear the warm wind on my cinnamon fingers

Dried apple tea, fireflies, simplicity after the struggle

Smile through thoughts of home,

the comfort of what we once knew please be subtle

Fallin' forwards without my toes

taught to think of where i’ll go tomorrow

March april june september november two thousand twenty two

What feels right feeling comes and goes, and you’re still beside me.