[ti:Almanac] [ar:The Acorn] [al:No Ghost] [offset:0] [00:19.43]There's a season in your eyes [00:27.87]and a fever on your breath [00:33.31]you're anchored to the tide [00:33.93]and the rhythm in your chest [00:34.12]I read the rings and count the city lights [00:35.18]you sing a static sonnet on the dial [00:44.00]you could talk a walk, through the mines [01:05.56] [01:10.75]or you could spend all your days [01:13.25]just waiting for the night [01:14.81]the stones that skip, the dust that turns to fire [01:18.75]I see it all reflected in your eyes