Strays - Michael Malarkey

An Indian summer

And a sugar in the air

Reminds me of Eden

Those silver dollars

And embattled coins

And green I’m breathing out

Take your inspiration from the grave

Tracing round like you’re someone to say

And the hawks, he flies so low

As the years go by so slow

High up in the wild

Let me down low

You let me down

So low

Down low

High up in the wild

Let me down low

You let me down

So low

No seasons to blame

We’re just stressed

Dying to stay

And no reason to change

We’re just strange

Dying to stay

So cut my hair, forget to say

Ooh, I can’t explain, just don’t feel the same

So I slow my brain, is he on the way

To keep me sane, still feel the same, oh

If you never take apart in the shape

Never find out what «you mattered» means

And the people are down below

With no place to go

High up in the wild

Let me down low

You let me down

So low

Down low

High up in the wild

Let me down low

You let me down

So low