Bon Road
Braedon Speakman, Claire Roddy
Ooh, leaves are falling gold
I save the lens for the road
Ooh, seeming why you left
I stay here with gold intent
Coventry, the sound to me
Is the light beneath the road
I believe in mystery
In stories left untold
I believe in something bigger
Frigid night spits gold
Soon you’ll come back around
Statuary signs, a midsummer's night
Dream the air has gone so dry
It is clear to see you’re a mystery
Scattered deep beneath the fold
Give into the night, nothing's meant to be
Nothing's clear to see at all
No you don't believe in slowed rites of heartsease
A purple iris you hide
Nearby, the skies prolong for you
Soon you’ll come back around