You're the last remaining leaf on an old oak tree, by the Conemaugh River at the end of winter.
You're fearful of where you'll land; be it water, or be it desert sand.
So where the wind blows, I must follow.
Out that door, in that breeze, I am free, and I can't see you anymore.
I can't see, even in
my periphery.
Black bird, black bird; you've got me treating my life absurd.
Ignorant of all the beauty yet to see.
Black bird, black bird; you've got me hanging on every word.
Ignorant of all the beauty yet to see..
That's just like me, out that door, where I can't see; I can't see you anymore. I can't see, even in
my periphery
credits
from The Teaser,
released October 20, 2015
Lyrics, Lead Vocal: S. Jackson
Bass, harmonies: D. Zimmerman
Drums, production: G. Mattis
Guitar: M. Shawley
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