The Tombs from Tooth Truth by The Michigan Apple Clone

Reservoir watering thoughts steal you from me Leanne
Now I’m trapped in the trees singing I don’t know why to the darkness again
I imagine there was a chainsaw man

Revving his engine to things that I never was told by my mother like Jonny-boy you’re gonna die
I guess it’ll be fine ‘cause I’m running in circles and taking my clothes off at opportune times in this forest tonight
And I’m seeing my father in all kinds of flashbacks like dad I remember ‘cause you took a picture and
Coded computers and buried yourself in your love for my mother like right after school
At the tombs, at the tombs, at the tombs, at the tombs, at the tombs.

After temptation has fled I’ll be close to the split
Like the flyer inside the campus center basement that Micheljon read
Imagined amongst college-aged men

Beating their balance to things that I never was told by my mother like Jonny-boy you’re gonna die
I guess it’ll be fine ‘cause I’m running in circles and taking my clothes off at opportune times in this forest tonight
And I’m seeing my father in all kinds of flashbacks like dad I remember ‘cause you took a picture and
Coded computers and buried yourself in your love for my mother like right after school
At the tombs, at the tombs, at the tombs, at the tombs, at the tombs.

You played a game with beers and things and then I was born into the air just floating in
Particles particles my memory fails me
And you walked out into the night see nothing has changed since eighty-nine
And everything has I think has I think that moment behind it

Reservoir watering thoughts steal you from me Leanne
Now I’m trapped in the trees singing I don’t know why to my parents again
I imagine that love will come again

Spreading my ashes on things that I never was told by my mother like Jonny-boy you’re gonna die
I guess it’ll be fine ‘cause I’m running in circles and taking my clothes off at opportune times in this forest tonight
And I’m seeing my father in all kinds of flashbacks like dad I remember ‘cause you took a picture and
Coded computers and buried yourself in your love for my mother like right after school
At the tombs, at the tombs, at the tombs, at the tombs, at the tombs.

• Acoustic
• Andy Shauf
• Folk
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• sufjan stevens
• Virginia