[ti:Soles]
[ar:Stolen Jars]
[al:]
[01:04.42]We’ll stitch them and make each wool sleeve filthier
[01:07.93]Sew each hem, then run your hands into the dirt
[01:11.05]Each grass stain makes your legs all the more your own
[01:13.81]To walk on the feet that we have weaved and sewn
[01:32.97]Our homes were all brittle bones and brittle knees
[01:37.28]We’re running, we’ll stagger in these redwood trees
[01:40.33]No judgment except the times when we will steal
[01:43.30]No sleep now we’ll gather in the windswept fields