I am a simple kind of man
Wash the dirt from my nails and hands
As I wait for harvest to yield
I walk the edge of my field
What mystery lies beyond
My own world is gone
I thought this was the only thing in life
How could I be wrong?
For cutting you from me
Older now I see you everywhere
I see you everywhere
As winter unfolds
I learn that this seed shell won’t hold
There is no sun left here
There is just crisp and clear
Cold cutting through your skin
Like daggers on the wind
Where will we hide from him
Older now I see you everywhere
I see you everywhere
Avi Buffalo had a hand in producing this cassette of Lowpines' serene, self-described "Lo-fi-Anglo-Americana pop songs." Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 28, 2016
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