I used to go down to the place where we used to go, where we would do that
and then we’d walk down to the place where, past towers and through flowers, past the fathers and the children, through all the fields, until we found something better to do
acoustic majesty and heartfelt lyricism from the man of the hour and my dear bosom buddy, Matt May. try it with his other album, Derivatives; they make an excellent pair grown honesty well