Bolting Volts (OurVinyl Sessions)
Molly Parden, OurVinyl
It's not that there's no place for me
It's fine here in this big machine
It's hard to tell when the day is done
In every way it seems I am wrong
Some days seem to be taxing
It gets harder to keep asking
Slow and cold the air wraps them around
Alone in the stillness of morning sound
My best friends never come through
So whose love can I hold onto
Tiptoe through the tenuous twine
Bolting volts on electric lines
Tiptoe through the tenuous twine
And a smile like sunshine
