Words and Music By: KeVIIn Eagle Oliver
Production and all Instrumentation By: KeVIIn Eagle Oliver
Recorded In Mt. Shasta California In my Grandmothers Garage. Thanks Grandma!
The air today reminds me of autumns ago when I used to be hands held tight/ No endings here no endings here in mind or sight/ The stars were airborne embers in crisp nights of late September we were warm/ Underneath those stars underneath those stars that burned out cold/ We held each other tight and swore together we'd grow old............
We've had our fun now hearts broke open let their rivers run/ We've got to withstand this wicked winter before we can taste the summer sun/ We're still so young darling who knows what we'll become/ The world has our backs up against the wall/ We're staring down the barrel of a smoking gun.
The air today reminds me of autumns ago when I used to be hands held tight/ No endings here no endings here in mind or sight.