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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fleet Foxes
Fleet Foxes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robin Pecknold
Robin Pecknold
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robin Pecknold
Robin Pecknold
Producer
Beatriz Artola
Beatriz Artola
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Blood of my blood, skin of my skin
You're in roundelay water again
I want to face the condition you're in
The old wrenches hardly turn me
[Verse 2]
Can you catch a thrown line? Tied around neat
Circle once about, please allow me
I see the pall coming off of our cheeks
We're weak but a leaf is turning
[Verse 3]
And I move lightly in the dawn
Try to, lightly ever on the lee
[Verse 4]
Though I liked summer light on you
If we ride a winter-long wind
Well time's not what I belong to
And I'm not the season I'm in
[Verse 5]
Holding on close, holding onto
Any kind of ring I can bring you
And at the beachwood pyre good news
It's wet but it's catching easy
[Verse 6]
And I move slightly in the dawn
Try to, gently ever on the lee
[Verse 7]
Though I liked summer light on you
If we ride a winter-long wind
Well time's not what I belong to
And you're not the season you're in
Written by: Robin Pecknold
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