Forest Sun

Lyrics

Forest Sun - Acoustic Guitar and Vocals
Ingrid Serban -Harmony Vocals
Kyle Caprista- Drums
Gawain Mathews - Bass, Slide, Mandolin, Accordion, Clay Pot Drum
Produced by Forest Sun and Gawain Mathews
Engineered and Mixed by Gawain Mathews

Windowsill

Crows calling early this morning

Sent me stumbling out the door

No direction no way of knowing

Where I’m headed 

What I’m headed for

Ocean in the distance

Looks like it might spill

Over the edge of the valley

Up to my windowsill


Gamblers love to lose

They don’t trust the wind

that blows them to the top

Till it blows them down again

Moon in a mud puddle

Sunset draped upon the hills

I can hear the people shouting

From my windowsill


Envy is the currency

They’ll try and pay you in

Truth isn’t always a welcome guest

In this house of cards we’re in

Ocean in the distance

Looks like it might spill

Over the edge of the valley

Up to my windowsill

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