Saturday, February 19, 2011

We are not the kids we used to be

Old crows lie in the mouth of the beast
Slip beneath it's tongue, cradled by it's teeth
We roam from shore to shore
From the open sky to the ocean floor
The more we move the less we owe ourselves
And when we finally stop we change to something else.
- Old Crows, Alexisonfire

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