Electric Dusk

{clean fingerpicked acoustic guitar

intro} {warm analog tape hiss} I found a photograph of us in

June

Hanging on the wall of our old room

You were laughing at some silly joke I made

Before the summer colors start to fade And I know we couldn't

stay

(mmmmm) {subtle pedal steel swells} {dynamics building gently}

But we had it all for a moment there

Running wild with the wind in our hair

Yeah, we had the world in the palm of our hand

Written in the shifting of the sand

Now the leaves are falling on the street

Walking past the places we would meet

I still hear your footsteps in the hall

Shadows dancing

slowly on the wall

But we had it all for a moment there

Running wild with the wind in our hair

Yeah, we had the world in the palm of our hand

Written in the shifting of the sand

Shifting of the sand

(mmmmm) {fingerpicked guitar fading out} {soft

piano note decays}