Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Stranded at the light house
I think I saw my sister there
Oregon in light house
We are pondering the surf and waves
A path to reach the alcove
And me barefoot far behind
Passing by the white house
An old man was mowing his lawn
And when I woke, it was still a presence in my mind
It was some dream
Some dream
Matthew lead the consort
We're all stunned in disbelief
Clambered up the hillside
And I am cursing my naked feet
There above the ridge-line
Amidst the plants so overgrown
A cavern mouth and trailway
We all crouched and capered through
And at the end there was a hole through which we rose
To such heights
To such heights
It was some dream