Lyrics
In the pale fire gloaming
The dusk rusted sky
You recited some lines from the book I had given you
We were all waiting for some change in season
I turned my gaze back to the letter you'd left for me
We were all just hoping for some change in the scenery
You said you were taking
The Lucky Star in the A.M.
The photograph fading
Under the shade of the London planes
The skin on your hands was rough with the winter
I cut your bangs beneath the lavender lingering
You brought back some sand from Maine in a mason jar
The happenstances have been adding up apocalyptic