James Vincent McMorrow Lyrics
"Outside, Digging"

There is so little left from the warmth of the sun

Toby existed
Where nothing starts
Been in where we almost missed
Staggered that it did not flood
And I look back and see from under look
Pardon it for different reasons
Pardoned with the last self foot
And soft, and soft and sure leaves
Steady as the sea

There is so little left from the warmth of the sun

I wish I had understand my
Was never either bouncing call
Til I caught like a fragment of my single heart
And I caught like a fragment of our single love

There is so little left from the warmth of the sun

There is so little left, there is so, oh, oh, oh