Here's to an old soul,
That got young.
Somewhere along the lines you hid your clever tongue.
Down by the weeping willow
You covered your tracks,
But you couldn't unearth 'em when you came back.
You found new footprints
In the snow,
You followed them in silence like your father had before.
You followed them in silence like your father had before.
Cause your roots are in the wallflower.
In twisted comfort,
You keep out of sight.
You were once read in the books of the dead,
But you severed your ties,
Even with them.
So, no one's seen your strange bloom,
If you opened for a moment all your light would fill the room.
If you opened for a moment all your light would fill the room.
But, your roots are in the wallflower.
Your roots are in the wallflower.
Your green fingers curl into fists as you watch life through windows.
You dream of all the sun you've missed standing in your own shadow,
Your own shadow.
So, here's to an old soul.
Here's to an old soul.
Don't let your old soul die young.
credits
from Tunneling,
released July 1, 2011
Emily Peal - vocals, keyboard
Andrew G. Nault - drums
David Marvuglio - bass
Mike Agentis - guitar
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