1. Days Away

From the recording Things We Tell Strangers

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A long time wasted being free
Perched high in my leaning tree
Still desire, a beating heart
A watchful eye becomes the start

Worry still the days away
All else matters except today
And when at last the soul sets free
To worry not reality

To slip away
To sigh and say
All else matters except tomorrow
Then slowly slips away your sorrow

Slowly slips away your sorrow

Then slowly slips away the sorrow