White Lace Regretfully - Fleet Foxes

White lake lightening lace

And caught in my widest dream

Old kind night after night

I’d wait to be strung to me

Only man why older

No light would ever come over

No whitened waiter ran into my shoe

For you

One day guiding away

I had to my garden dream

Oh, then frightened of him

Asleep in my die today

Water wouldn’t be older

No way I’d ever run over

My time belittle regarded and stood

Down the centre the stairs

I had the dime in the air

Oh, night will never not wouldn’t want

Do to you

And then it would, like, go into that

See what I’m saying?

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