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Ben Limpic
Ben Limpic
Songwriter
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Robert Stevenson
Robert Stevenson
Producer

Lyrics

Above my house Reigns the angel of death Shadows cast down on the street Smoke from the chimneys curls up 'round her head A hurricane gossamer wreath Bleary-eyed ghosts Trace a figure eight line on the Ceiling above where I sleep Miniature marching band Full dress parade Fire ants all over me You see things a little clearer than I do A bigger infinity Than I can conceive in my brain And I'm still fraying at the edges of hard truths A bigger infinity Where I can't control anything Oily grit coffee And cigarette sunshine My friends don't come by no more I drew the short straw They said I sold out I'm just no fun anymore Fog with no streetlights My town fell asleep The crystal pier stands in the waves Lonely old steamboat Runs circuit laps out on the bay You see things a little clearer than I do A bigger infinity Than I can achieve in my time Just keep me tethered to you baby And I hope A bigger infinity Will help keep our hearts intertwined Baby I'm glad you're around
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