Acorns fall like bullets around my head;
the slowest rain I ever heard: drops of holy lead.
It's what I sought, it's the common knot.
Acorns fall like everything you said:
commonplace and in descent, thoughts the wood had shed,
the sleeping heart of the summer dark.
Could be a pistol held to your marrow,
some molecular breakdown
that's always been passed down.
It could be a hollow heart foreign arrow;.
Sings its way to you, sings its way through you.
Acorns fall like bullets around my head.
The slowest thought I ever had repeated in the grass.
It's what i sought. It's the common knot.
from Old Factory
released February 5, 2016
Guitar & Vocals - Chris Bathgate
Guitar - Graham Parsons
Bass - Keith Kinnear
Drums - Dan Haefs
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