Drift / Song
lyric residue
The rolling-golden-hills-of-California-scented winds
Whisper "It's over"
My heels are worn from ...
With heavy-hearted longing for enclosure
... you sense it like a tracker
Follow a song by instinct
Breath Makes Smoke
Stay with this era
Sing Along, My Children
Follow the sound beneath it
What Do I Get (Demo)
hidden / misfiled