Conversion Theory with Canyon

Any way I look at this city, it's clear my life is changing.
If I look to the sign in the hills where the rock bands camp out
Or listen for the way she breathes in the dark theater, near
  
To me but untouchable as the hawks that circled as I ran
Through the dusk while Passover started its slow song in me.
Any way I look at this city, it's clear my life is changing
  
Like a girl who slips out of her clothes to fuck in the pool at night
While coyotes root through trashcans and mimic her moans
Or listen for the way she breathes in that dark theater, near
  
The freeway, the Bowl, near the hip-hop star's house with the record on
Loop. How she echoes in me, You're all I need to get by in this world
Or, Any way I look at this city, it's clear my life is changing
  
Close enough to a song I heard a band rehearse a few doors down.
I heard a girl start singing and fell asleep and did I dream
Or listen for the way she breathes in the dark theater? Near
  
My hip that waits for her hand, near my skin that grows dark in the sun,
Near my mouth sounding out each letter of my name and hers.
Any way I look at this city, it's clear my life is changing
Or listening for the way she breathes, near in the dark theater.
From the Mortality Sessions
Gabrielle Calvocoressi
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From the Mortality Sessions

Gabrielle Calvocoressi

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