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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weather Station
The Weather Station
Performer
Tamara Lindeman
Tamara Lindeman
Piano
Afie Jurvanen
Afie Jurvanen
Guitar
Anthony Wallace
Anthony Wallace
Violin
Jeremy Strachan
Jeremy Strachan
Flute
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tamara Lindeman
Tamara Lindeman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tamara Lindeman
Tamara Lindeman
Producer
Afie Jurvanen
Afie Jurvanen
Producer
Robbie Lackritz
Robbie Lackritz
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, you called me
Telephone ringing in the night
And you asked me if I was alright
Like an afterthought, an oversight
And I stood, so surprised
Trying to hold on to my pride
So close, I could hear your low sigh
I said I was fine, you said you were fine
[Verse 2]
There's a loneliness, I don't lose sight of it
Like a high distant satellite
One side in shadow, one in light
But I didn't mind to be alone that night in a city I'd never seen
All these skyscrapers pooling on a prairie
Built high and tall, as though they all compete
Just to reach the darkness up above
That once here had been
[Verse 3]
Somewhere, if there's a beauty you had seen in me
That I wanted somehow to believe
Drift of sentiment and memory
That I could not have, I could not keep
No, it never did belong to me
It was only ever another thing I would carry
Still, it held me, loyalty, to a feeling, to some glimpse
Of a love that was only ever a kind of distance
That we could not cross
"Gather no moss"
Written by: Tamara Lindeman
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