Folk/ Acoustic
We're all a little wet behind the ears chasing a honeymoon period. But with your eyes open, let the die cast and forget the tempest in the teacup. Sleep in, err on the side of our fellow man because, yes, we all want somebody after our own heart. Bustle about some place to find yourself sitting in judgment over a fool's errand. It's worth bearing our days in a good light forgetting the blot on the landscape. Brim over everything with sheep eyes. enjoys the hum of the guitar and the voices that follow.
