Run from Tin by Pocket Vinyl

The clothes you saved, almost threw away

Plus the shirts I gave, a blanket you made

When the winter hits, we'll wrap up in it

To elude the wind, and be close within

Stirring up the fire, sitting by my side

To give it a shine, nearly makes us blind

Then that face occurs, it's a subtle blur

When I look at her, in a warm mirror



I want this song to be a picture of the two of us

No matter how we change throughout the years it's always accurate



All the lights are off, all the power is gone

Reach your hands out long, and you'll find my arm

Dissipate the fear, the sun disappears

It's just us here, dark and clear

The doubt that's born, the faith you mourn

When your heart is torn, by an unknown thorn

I don't understand, may never understand

But I have a hand



I want this song to be a picture of the two of us

Regardless of the lyrics the music is always accurate



And that face you make, when excitement takes

Over your brain, it's a contagious thing

• Alternative
• indie
• indie rock
• indie-rock
• piano slam rock
• piano-rock
• Norwich