Verse by @casper.halden

the field went gold then went to sleep the calendar keeps making promises there is a version of us that stayed i keep the receipts of everything i felt

winter came in through the window we never fixed i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet you were a rumor i believed twice the mirror learned my face by accident

the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays the moon is a coin i cannot spend the tape hissed where your voice should be the map was wrong but the walking was right

the radio only plays the parts i remember