Lyrics:
Woke up, texted you to say sorry
Because in my dream I yelled at you in the lobby
You looked sad and alarmed
And there was a little boy
Looking for his baseball cards
I love my friends and I don’t call enough
Get a letter, then forget it in a pile of stuff
The president’s killing the mail service
And I have a blister in the shape of Los Angeles
The police are planting fireworks
I’m crying for my mailman
My mom sewed me a mask, we made a safety plan
Please answer the phone, I’m calling
Can’t stop thinking about the city
And the fires coming
And then the power shutting off and then
The generators humming
I braided my hair wet last night
Pretended they were your hands and not mine
Thought it would curl but I was wrong
I worry all the time and now my roots are long
The police are planting fireworks like daisies
Making all the dogs cry like babies
I close my eyes, my head is ringing
With the wind the Golden Gate is singing
She’s singing… singing
credits
released October 2, 2020
Lyrics by Hanne Williams-Baron
Fiddle by Camie Vogley-Howes
Vocals, guitar, bass & piano by Giulia
Mixed by Maddy Baltor
Art by Oliver Haug
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