All Points - James Vincent McMorrow

In the canyon I was started young

In the ocean, in the valley run

There was hope that time would disappear

in the smoke and when the valley clears

And I think about the cold air

I’ve been thinking about cold air

And I was (I was) in the dark

I was (I was) in the dark, I was

In imaginary destiny

reached the palms and stretched around the skin

Every breath that echoes endlessly

every point to ever let it leave

Still I’m thinking of the cold air

always thinking of the cold air

And I was (I was) in the dark

I was (I was) in the dark, I was

Tripping the call, distance is you

Lifting it out, we kept it with odds

Thinking the motion that been hurt

Sitting in my fortress still I’m in the dark

Spilling in to fallness of it all

And I’ve been thinking bout the cold air

always thinking of the cold air

And I was in the dark

I was in the dark, I was