The Forest Floor: Outtakes and Demos from The Naturalist, part IV. 

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺. 

𝘈 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺. 
𝘈 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵. 
𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭-𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭?

Lyrics: 

Well, it's winter here again, 
but I don't feel the chill anymore 
when I think about those nights we had

when the factories shut down,
so we struck out on the town 
and wandered silent streets, my hand warm in your hand 

and we laughed like kids again 
hey, this place isn't so bad when you're dodging curfew
stealing bottles of storerooms 
they'll never know how the world was ours 
when the sun went down 

we didn't have a lot back then, 
but I had you, and me, and all our dreams 
everything that we hoped would come to be 
and a situation like this can only last so long
so we'll look for a way out, look for a way out 

Sometimes when I'm sitting by the campfire 
and I'm watching the snow fall
I wonder what it is you're up to now; 
if I should have even left at all

Did nostalgia make my vision rose colored, 
or was this a mistake?

dodging curfew [memory bank reboot 1]

On a journey with no destination. 

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