have you ever seen wind in red hair
just like fire made of silk
water falling from a winter sky
could never deny something so fair
have your ever seen blue eyes before
when you didn't look away
just keep falling into her eyes
turn and fly until you are no more
see the sister with her coffee cup
fill the days all the way up, up, up
light a smoke and burn the air
it's always good to see her
a memory of love inside the storms
she keeps me warm
have you ever seen the promised land
or do you stop at the gate
if you think you are on the wrong side
realize your castles are built on sand
have you lately tasted paradise
sit on the bench and take your time
she came to tell you it's all here and now
you know how to open up your eyes
see the sister with her coffee cup
fill the days all the way up, up, up
light a smoke and burn the air
it's always good to see her
a memory of love inside the storms
she keeps me warm
have you ever seen wind in red hair
just like fire made of silk
water falling from a winter sky
could never deny something so fair
have your ever seen blue eyes before
when you didn't look away
just keep falling into her eyes
turn and fly until you are no more
see the sister with her coffee cup
fill the days all the way up, up, up
light a smoke and burn the air
it's always good to see her
a memory of love inside the storms
she keeps me warm
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I read an article in The Oregonian about bodies that are unclaimed by "next of kin"--one of the unclaimed that the story highlighted was a woman named Anita Floyd. These lyrics insisted that I type them up, and what the heck, I put them here on the blog. Here's to you, Anita! Tat tvam asi!
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just like fire made of silk
water falling from a winter sky
could never deny something so fair
have your ever seen blue eyes before
when you didn't look away
just keep falling into her eyes
turn and fly until you are no more
see the sister with her coffee cup
fill the days all the way up, up, up
light a smoke and burn the air
it's always good to see her
a memory of love inside the storms
she keeps me warm
have you ever seen the promised land
or do you stop at the gate
if you think you are on the wrong side
realize your castles are built on sand
have you lately tasted paradise
sit on the bench and take your time
she came to tell you it's all here and now
you know how to open up your eyes
see the sister with her coffee cup
fill the days all the way up, up, up
light a smoke and burn the air
it's always good to see her
a memory of love inside the storms
she keeps me warm
have you ever seen wind in red hair
just like fire made of silk
water falling from a winter sky
could never deny something so fair
have your ever seen blue eyes before
when you didn't look away
just keep falling into her eyes
turn and fly until you are no more
see the sister with her coffee cup
fill the days all the way up, up, up
light a smoke and burn the air
it's always good to see her
a memory of love inside the storms
she keeps me warm
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I read an article in The Oregonian about bodies that are unclaimed by "next of kin"--one of the unclaimed that the story highlighted was a woman named Anita Floyd. These lyrics insisted that I type them up, and what the heck, I put them here on the blog. Here's to you, Anita! Tat tvam asi!
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