lord huron
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Am I alone? The only wanderer.
Drift wood in a sea of rain drops
Flowing with the breeze
Against the waves as they flow
Is this it? Watching the sun set
A mosaic on the horizon
There is no silence, I will keep following the sirens
I can't breathe
At least, I don't feel like I can
I don't know why
Tin wind chimes used for doorbells
