Patrick Watson
Patrick Watson
Patrick Watson
Patrick Watson
Patrick Watson
Patrick Watson
Patrick Watson
Patrick Watson
Patrick Watson
Patrick Watson
Patrick Watson
Patrick Watson
Patrick Watson
After all the flames
In the morning
Quiet ashes fell
For hours and hours
And in the morning rise
We planted our skin
Like a seed in the ground
So we dug ourselves a hole
And planted all our skin
Like a seed in the ground
To grow again
Where the fireweeds grow
Where the fireweeds grow
Where the fireweeds grow