A song I wrote for a loved one, in an attic in Amsterdam, after hearing about the passing of their 'Pops' - Tony Currell.
lyrics
Through the trees I see the spire, luxury that I see when I'm high. Through the wind oh that's my view, luxury that I see when I'm with you. Ooh this city has memories of faraway places, ooh it's dawning on me, these memories of FARAWAY FACES. Through the wind, through the trees, through the window I see. I'm coming home soon, don't worry, I'm coming home. I miss you.
credits
from Mean Time,
released December 12, 2013
In loving memory of Tony 'Pops' Currell
Esther Yoxall - vocals, piano
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