Real Things from Living Thing by Anna Tivel

woke up the world was heavy, bright lights, blue and red
can’t fight the place we’re headed, can’t dream at two am
the neighbors are trying to party, hell bent on staying trashed
lynette and skinny charlie, passed out inside the van

the tv is interstellar, i go places from the couch
across the open water, escape to someplace else
coughing up hallelujahs, feeling grateful, feeling bad
as soon as i can do it, man i swear i’ll call you back

bright lights, in a dark room, i thought, i could fly through
all these feelings, all these real things
without needing anyone

open the window and let it all in
the howling of winter, the pounding rain
the harder you listen, the harder you break
and nobody told you that’s ok

two crows out on the gutter, talking about the news
shaking their dark head feathers, what else can poor crows do
someday i’ll fly the ocean, someday i’ll play a show
someday i’ll pick that phone up, and finally give my friend a call

bright lights, in a dark room, i thought, i could fly through
all these feelings, all these real things
all these feelings, all these real things
without needing anyone

• Folk
• indie
• indie folk
• indie folk acoustic
• Portland