The Lakes Lyrics - Post Tropical - James Vincent Mcmorrow

Stow it away for words for dream 

Took the nerve for unseen, feeling it go untrue 

For a say what is true of chaos in too 

Then in the quiet it calls again 

In our world in our time, give it all miles away 

Lives alone at the wildest day and then were taken home 

Settled words were gone again were called upon 

And down to the lake where the last we go 

I was not laid those down below 

Oh they been wait, the fall and the row with the trap show failing from 

Presence from upon 

Harrow winds and falls upon the highs and low 

For the side, down to the window 

For the side, down to the way on