Tiny Bells

from The Saddle by Lonely Deer

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There are all sorts of tiny bells
floating around my head
I can count each and every one
I can reach out and touch one

I've heard stories of the giant whale
That his belly was never full
That he could really swim
I bet he knew a thing or two

There's some vague lasting future
that we're all drowning in
It kinda sounds like the penny whistle
and the water tastes like gin

I can count and be outnumbered
I can come waltzing in
A hook, a lie and a whisper
Spotty past, forgotten sister

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from The Saddle, released June 2, 2016

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