La Dispute - Safer In The Forest/Love Song For Poor Michigan
Last snowfall left splinters and some winters never end; neither wane nor wear.
And sunshine is like lovers and some summers just pretend; only warm the air.
It’s that I’m tired of the feeling here. It’s too near to death, it’s too jobless year-round.
It’s not the weather in the city or the highway moan.
Not the streets or the buildings, neither wooden nor stone.
Every reason to leave this place behind, why I should be alone,
Are made of flesh and bone.
I’ve been thinking of exile.
I’ve been thinking hit the highway and head up North.
I’ve been thinking cross the bridge and don’t turn back.
The only warmth is a warmth alone.
