Walk through the dewdrop
My eyes will sell the illusion
Streetlights block our eyes
Maybe thats how we ended up on hallows eve
Bluebells cover the old road
They grab my ankles and trip me up
Names carved into a mossy stone
A list of places, I’d call home
Bluebells
Bluebells
(Ah! Ive not filmed anything in like a month)
(have now)