Get into the shop
I know I have to buy something
So I pick that something up
And I just give the man the money
He says something nice back to me
And I keep on forgetting what it was
Now I’m not looking where I’m going
I don’t think that matters now
I walk past a few places that I know
Now living in this city feels like home
And all the kinds of people that I know
Even when I lose my mobile phone
A truly stunning album that mentally transports you to foggy early morning streets, the pavement wet from recent rains. Dreary, but in a comforting way. Like sitting next to a window during a rainstorm, listening to the drops hit the glass while remaining warm. Never fails to make me feel safe. Crow Yo