i ve had a rich life in large part because of him in my fifth year here he left this place and the boys he raised and the girl he d found were soldiers now things got lost in the moonbeams there for a little while and i watched as the grown ups grieved but i was still a child locked in a dream i saw his face backlit in the light of what he made impressions of struggle were all i gave and his hand took my hand my feet matched his stride the ground swept away as we rose through the sky and we floated like that so we walked in the moonbeams there it shook everything and we filled up the vacant years i could hardly speak so we walked in the moonbeams there it shook everything and we filled up the vacant years i could hardly speak i explore his old house and grandpa s closet shelves to hold on to artifacts and the histories i invent and retrace and unfold oh we walked in the moonbeams there it shook everything and we filled up the vacant years i could hardly speak when you walk in the moonbeams there it shakes everything when you clutch at the bliss in a dream i could hardly believe it i circle the reasons things got lost in the moonbeams there
['seattle indie', 'stomp and holler', 'stomp pop']