shoots of spring alive and green
river flows city sounds recede
sun is rising over huddled homes
eyes closed I'm on my own

oil skies
oil skies
sometimes we dream of a different life
but i'd always come back to these oil skies

wind and rain pound my face
all around me the sense of space
step by step the long way home
close my eyes and breathe; i'm on my own

oil skies
oil skies
sometimes we dream of a different life
but i'd always come back to these oil skies

Oil Skies

Shoegaze, indie, post rock and electronica from Manchester, UK
tomleonard_uk@protonmail.com

Oil Skies

Tom Leonard