Meantime from Animal Poem by Anna Tivel

the family down the street moved out, that dad who slapped his kids around
then built a swing behind the house, that no one ever used

it's funny how we find it hard, to see into a tangled heart the beautiful and brutal parts are beating in us too

and i'm gonna love you, in the meantime, til the gold light ends
in the madness, of real life, i promise to do my best

sometimes when the morning comes, i roll away from everyone
holding all that hurt me once, i know you know that truth

it's hard to keep the wheels attached, the everyday, the aftermath
the purple fading blue to black, when sunsets like a bruise

and i'm gonna love you, in the meantime, til the gold light ends
in the madness, of real life, i promise to do my best

the family down the street moved out, i wonder where they're living now
they fixed it up, the swing is still, reaching in the wind

i reach for you something like that, eternally but never quite
becoming good, but god i'm trying, to be a better friend

and i'm gonna love you, in the meantime, til the gold light ends
in the madness, of real life, i promise to do my best

• Folk
• indie
• indie folk
• indie folk acoustic
• Portland