pale blue friday

if this is to be the last time I see you
there’s not much point in making it count
if you cease to be my nights and mornings
then what’s the point in making it count?

cos I’ve found a way for me and the rain
to make our peace

and the memories from that pale blue friday
I tried so hard to lock them away
but I had to fix my own heart and belly
before I could start using my brain
use it again
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previous titles: –
references: a murder of one (counting crows)

released on:
THE SONGS WE USED TO SING (THE POTTOS)

am colin-clegg: vocals, guitar, drums, percussion