n o e l ( l e ) l o n g h a u l - Easter Bird | Текст песни

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where are you now, oh little Easter Bird.
Maybe you're curled up on a bed,
writing a letter, with your whole future stretched ahead of you.
A whole life around the bend.
But when a chapter's over the book doesn't end.
In the waning pages that've been yellowed by the ages,
I would ask that you would read or write the tale of the two friends.

I wish that we had met at this time in our lives
instead of when I was just a kid
but forty candles in a place beautified by vandals
i saw our lives flickering.

I'll be fine. I'll find what's mine. Our path is no longer a beginning.
I've chased your bus. I've felt your touch. I have loved you too much and not enough.

Maybe you will leave with a uke and a backpack
on a trip from which you won't come back.
I will leave with the leaves with my feet pointed East,
my roots are strong, but they sure as hell aren't deep.
And maybe we will meet in the streets or in our dreams when we're far too drunk to fuck. When you wander off into the world with a name that's finally yours, I wish you friendship, love, and the best of luck.

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