lyrics
Four thousand feet
with the cold steel pressed against
your forehead you can see
your future in your hand
a multitude is singing
come and join the promised land
It's not as far as you think
The note on the table
and the dishes in the sink
are all you have to leave behind
Unfinished in the corner
come and rest your weary mind
All the dishes in the sink
the ceiling painted white
will grow flowers, red and pink
All your sorrows
will be flowers, red and pink
Crescent moon beneath your toe
as the walnut hits the floor
you've got to let the fire go
Make a trail across the sky
you're just dreaming
let them find you where you lie
when they come to fix the heat
the ceiling, painted white
will be a garden, red and pink
All your sorrows
will be a garden, red and pink
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released 14 February 2012
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