Open Beauty (feat. Chris Harris, Joseph Shabason, Nicholas Krgovich & Marker Starling)

The flowers in my parent's yard On a grey day I stick my finger in the planter With the roses A heavy looking, silver cloud Above the treeline A golfer tees off, I hear the ball And its echo And its echo The smell of supper how it drifts Down the breezeway Sally trots to the gate Her tail wagging I think I've lost it and it's okay I am learning Going forward Going forward Going forward Going forward Going forward Going forward Going forward Going forward Going forward Going forward Going forward Going forward