nights are over darling summer weaves through the trees calling return to me return to me crooked fate cant escape yesterday but golden ones block the sun left the shade and in colors you in navy blue blue angel blue angel blue angel blue angel blue angel blue angel become that photograph under glass drowning in tidal pools of the past and return to me return to me your phone down the stairs descending from the last thirty years pretending that i wanted this emptiness blue angel blue angel blue angel blue angel blue angel blue angel come back to me every fall i feel invisible blue angel blue angel blue angel blue angel blue angel blue angel
['minneapolis indie']