flying out of the traps you came tiny bundle of energy chip off the old block they say what you lack in common sense you make up with ebullience transforming the mundane events a perfect balance two parts tantrums and tidal waves two parts blissful and baby faced little one before you came along i was feeling indigo would not have thought a month ago flying out of the holding bay to the arms of a nobody barely independent say even with the first few greys a perfect balance two parts tantrums and tidal waves two parts blissful and baby faced little one before you came along i was feeling indigo would not have thought a month ago i could love such a tiny bundle of tidal waves as much you should know youve made a vast improvement evangaline a vast improvement1
['scottish folk', 'scottish indie', 'scottish rock']