Jesse Keyes: acoustic guitar, vocals
Myra Keyes: vocals
Scott Van Schoick: drums, percussion, piano, trombone
Jason Montgomery: upright bass
Joel Bocek: electric guitar
Paul Brainard: trumpet
Kyleen King: viola
Victor Nash: french horn
Sharon Cannon: violin
Sage Fisher: harp
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One eye on the windowed wall, it’s a murderous season
Children sighing in the hall at the man with the reason
To live his days beneath the haze of thinking he’ll never get out
Too much time, we’re on the run, does the road lead anywhere?
Sitting sleepy in the sun, there’s a spider in your hair
It tumbles down onto the ground, a wind blows in from the south
The summer air is thick
The streets are full of crowds
The bomb begins to tick
The city is filled with a sound
Three times charmed, I guess it’s luck, or the way things are goin’
When it breaks the other way I have no way of knowin’
Meantime, chase the rats and race, I care not what they’re about
The winter here is king
The faces all look down
The note is hard to sing
The city is filled with a sound
The spring may never come
The people move around
The lonely voices hum
The city is filled with a sound
For you a word to live by, oh it’s love, pure and easy
I can’t help but plagiarize what’s been used all to pieces
If it’s not late I’ll touch your face, let a smile come to your mouth
One eye on the windowed wall
Too much time, we’re on the run
Three times charmed, I guess it’s luck
For you a word to live by, oh it’s love...
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