Kim from Red Star by Brendan Steere

Fields of flowers gone to rot
Lay me down and forget me not
And I want to know what ghosts feel
I need that auburn appeal
Preserved in jars of cheap formaldehyde

But all I see are lonely faces
Broken streets and empty places
I don't need to hear the thoughts inside your mind
To know they're mine

Golden barley, molten lead
Sell your sister out for bread
And like Abraham on high
I live inside the sky
I feel it on the wind and in your song

But all I see are lonely faces
Broken streets and empty places
I don't need to hear the thoughts inside your mind
To know they're mine

It gets better every day
All my love will fade away
Given time

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• lo-fi
• singer-songwriter
• Pasadena