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Pellets CD
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Includes unlimited streaming of Pellets
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lyrics
She's coming down,
Shimmering across some foggy trail,
She's out there on the breeze,
Singing in the spaces somewhere in between,
Voices from the street, drifting through her window
It's a sunny afternoon,
Her marigolds are blooming.
Misty smile, taking trips and never leaving town,
Stray afternoons,
Trailing the arcades and promenades, they're closing soon
She Buttons up her jacket,
Reaches for her pocket,
Finds herself in her picture of the moon.
We're descending to the street,
Leaving much too soon,
After all, we are shooting at the moon.
There she goes, in her pocket there's pictures of the moon,
I bite my lip, in her misty smile the morning lingers on,
There's diamonds in the moss,
You can't keep on searching for what it is you never really lost
We're descending to the street,
Leaving much too soon,
After all we're shooting at the moon.
credits
from Pellets,
released October 26, 2017
Joe Woolley - Guitar, Vocals
Tali Trow - Bass
Pat Kenneally - Drums, Percussion, Keyboards, Balafon
Stephen Barlow - Pedal Steel
Written By Joe Woolley, Arranged by Joe Woolley, Tali Trow & Pat Keneally
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