Chicago

More together than alone From the hill we saw it rain on the town over Torch to your chin lights your cheekbones In that moment I saw a likeness to our father In American Night on that hill In the night Pulled back to the night before Where the TV lit our brilliant smiling faces Torch hits your face before the fall Panic in the eye is similar to breaking horses (An apparition lifts me up) An apparition lifts me up From its shoulders, I sit and see your face above the tree-line Your reassurances subtitled in American English I am calm as we sail down the hillside In American Night on that hill In the night --- Chicago - Alt-J