Thymia
Robin Pecknold
Pair of tin cups rolling in the backseat
Rustle like a mallet on a downbeat
Rain will make rust, water on the concrete
Have a true love, more than just an outline
Solid shape of, known it for a long time
Never failed us, even losing daylight
Thymia accompany us
All the way to townsend
How to explain, moving as a phantom?
Falling like rain, over and abandoned
Thymia accompany us
All the way to townsend