Chicago
Gus Unger-Hamilton / Joe Newman / Thom Sonny Green
More together than alone
From a hill, we saw it rain on the town over
Torch to your chin lights your cheekbones
In that moment, I saw a likeness to our father
In American night, on that hill
In the night
Pulled back to the night before
When the TV lit our brilliant, smiling faces
Torch hits your face before the fall
Panic in the eye is similar to breaking horses
An apparition lifts me up
An apparition lifts me up
From its shoulders, I sit and see your face above the tree line
Your reassurances subtitled in American English
I am calm as we sail down the hillside
In American night, on that hill
In the night