Water Planes In Snow Testo

Elgin takes pride
In its iceberg disguise
And I'm losing track of my lies,
Losing track of my mind
One-trick fountains and Illinois mountains,
Stuck in fog that we can't see through,
Tricks that never came to you.

And we always go
Where the rust runs slow, Like water planes in snow
With nowhere else to know.

Isabelle are you on it,
With your setup, your standup
Your ice, ice, ice.

This is leftover leaving
And my sight can't stop breathing
For cotillions and horseshoes.
I never left to leave you.
Handshakes in ruins
And chases withdrawn.
Stuck in towns we never came to,
Tricks we never made it through.

Isabelle are you on it,
With your setup, your standup,
Your ice ice ice.
You packed it.
You left it.
Your lips aren't ready.
On the beach
The summer seagulls are leaving.