supported by
/

lyrics

You’re a gray-headed cousin of a hooded crow
I’m a May-feted mother of the woods you know
Wellspring
Primeval everything

Like the sun already burning at the break of dawn
Like a salmon returning to the place of spawn
In dreams
Oceans to streams

You’re a strange thing
I’m a changeling!
--
I was born in the center of an epic flood
As I struggled to the surface through the rain and mud
I cried
On the turning tide

I was laid in a bed of abalone shell
And the waves did rock me in a gentle swell
It’s fine
I’m a water sign

I’m a strange thing
You’re a changeling!

When the world is overwhelming and the water’s wide
Gonna dig a secret tunnel, crawl inside to hide
And wait
Hope it’s not too late

And it’s hard to bridge the gap between the how and the why
But you never make a difference if you never try
So there
It’s alright to care

We are strange things
We are changelings!

credits

from Temescal Telegraph, released June 5, 2020

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

The Corner Laughers Redwood City, California

Clever wordplay, magical melodies and heartbreaking harmonies.

shows

contact / help

Contact The Corner Laughers

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account