Tug

Credits:
Jason Ross

Availability:
Tug
Economy of Sound

Notes:
None

Lyrics:
Little miss runs away
Didn't think you would ever come back
As I turned my head
I find my newest complication

She won't run
Won't fall
She don't talk to
Anyone at all

Am I your sleepless dream?
Can I whisper soft advice?
Am I the wind rush through the trees?
Turning leaves of observation

She won't run
And won't fall
She don't talk to
Anyone at all
At All

River rushes towards
A south city left behind
The Tug is moving at a walking pace
Slithering up her spine

I won't run
I won't fall
I don't talk to
Anyone
I won't run
I won't fall
I don't talk to
Anyone at all
At all

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