Nightingale from Glossolalia by Marshall McLean Band

Oh my dear I know, sometimes the road it doesn't show, but you don't have to know where you're going if you know the way.
Standing on your toes placing plans all up in rows, you walk in between them say that you need them that's just how it goes.

Nightingale she sings over ramblers and kings, placing thoughts in their heads while they're sleeping for when they awake.
Thrones that tower tall, there are things you can't recall. Feelings that flutter, call out to each other and then soon dissolve.

Everyone has plans, building houses with their hands, as even thieves share in common together the things that they steal.
On and on it goes, wills and ways to really know, you hold out your hands to see if she'll land but she never will.

• Alternative
• Indie-Rock
• NW-Americana
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