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Northside, Tornado County Rd.

from In The Fog by Sons Of Woods

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Up in the mountains there’s a song
Holding hands with the pouring snow
And all the creatures from the woods
Sing silently but no one knows
And here I am praying alone
To some God I’ve never known
The city looks so far from here
Just like the space between you and me
My eyes keep staring at
That deer, so quiet, so bright
The light surrounds my form
The death, the snow, I’m home
I am prepared to taste the clouds
To embrace the times coming our way
Not a beginning, not an end
Here in the mountains there’s no time
My eyes keep staring at
That deer, so quiet, so bright
The light surrounds my form
The death, the snow, I’m home
A circle in the snow
A name, an “I was here”
To the northside I belong,
Tornado County Rd.

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from In The Fog, released September 23, 2013

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A circle in the snow. A name. An “I was here”. To the northside I belong, Tornado County Rd.

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