How you touch a lady
It's all fine with me, honey...

We'll rent a yellow house with an uncanny...
Paint the kitchen and fill it with failed attempts...

Little baby barfly
got high off the moonshine...

She was a Mimosa.
She was spirited, ardent...

We are feathers in the wind,
we are feathers who have sinned...

We were not the same
When she looked away...

My mama said don't let your sickness define you
but sometimes my sickness was all I had...

A strange little room in the middle of a house
Little machines move within without a sound...

So we parked by the old refinery
Just to smell it's piled debris...

I've waited with patience
Through the surfacing of this...

Dedicated to Logan..
When you're older, I know you will forgive me...

Ellie, darling, answer me
Do you feel anything...