Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Du Blonde
Du Blonde
Performer
Samuel T. Herring
Samuel T. Herring
Lead Vocals
Beth Jeans Houghton
Beth Jeans Houghton
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel T. Herring
Samuel T. Herring
Songwriter
Beth Jeans Houghton
Beth Jeans Houghton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Paddled in to the canyon of your kind
I made peace along the terraces in time
Kissed and creaked without a sound to share your wine
Now I'm drunk off what I never dared to find
It tastes of salt, sandy ridge of mind
Lizards in these hills move blue, cold
Too close to chase
It tastes of salt, sandy ridge of mind
Moving western lands
Moving over lines
So nice to meet you, what's your name and where've you been?
I heard the horrors of the home have gone and done you in
It's such a shame to see the eyes of such a golden soul grow dim
At the hands of a wildfire
So nice to meet you, what's your name and where've you been?
I heard the horrors of the home have gone and done you in
It's such a shame to see the eyes of such a golden soul grow dim
At the hands of a wildfire
Arms asleep making our way in to night
Hearts are deep just like the oceans we survived
Pinned to moons so you can see me where you lie
Over now but for the colors in our eyes
It tastes of salt, I'm worn and beaten, babe
Sharing light with whatever soul will wait
Closed myself off from bridges and canoes
Faded now the river has to choose
So nice to meet you, what's your name and where've you been?
I heard the horrors of the home have gone and done you in
It's such a shame to see the eyes of such a golden soul grow dim
At the hands of a wildfire
So nice to meet you, what's your name and where've you been?
I heard the horrors of the home have gone and done you in
It's such a shame to see the eyes of such a golden soul grow dim
At the hands of a wildfire
So nice to meet you, what's your name and where've you been?
I heard the horrors of the home have gone and done you in
It's such a shame to see the eyes of such a golden soul grow dim
At the hands of a wildfire
Written by: Beth Jeans Houghton, Samuel T. Herring
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