Please, remember me, happily,
by the rosebush laughing
with bruises on my chin, the time when
we counted every black car passing
your house beneath the hill, and up until
someone caught us in the kitchen
with maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank
a vision too removed to mention
– Iron & Wine, Trapeze Swinger lyrics
I love this song. I can remember getting all smiley when I heard it performed live. Such a true picture of a young spirit.
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