Letra da Música: Blindfold The Leaves - Settlefish

I sketched dots while viewing a transatlantic leave the ocean
i sketched dots and glued pieces together as i imagined them
little daily victories that don't need to be told
interrupt photos with eyes that drift to sea
a camera obscure a decision made home
friday sets a previous encounter
in the snow i ask questions
lines draw figures of paper
i believe they are real
actions within old telephones
coins that drop way too fast

blindfold the leaves so they drop on my chest
now it's time
a million sparks set the timing for flights that departure now