Maps And Atlases - The Ongoing Horrible lyrics

rate me

migration to a town where

tree swallows houses

migration to a town where

tree, swallows, houses

like a mime troupe ( stowin' (?) ),

we're all aging doubles.

we sing,

we danced,

shoes on shoes

to the sound of the spinning

machine.

and we slept arm-in-arm,

so soundly ignoring the outside

sounds of the ongoing horrible scene.