DESCRIPTION:
Penny for your thoughts
I think you hurt yourself too often
Spend the penny on a drink
So you don't have to hear the words
We're smoking in your car
But this will also be forgotten
& the clouds were made of cotton
& the bruises made of berries
That stained your lips
In the summer

You tell me that you love me
I wish you'd tell me that in person
Instead of when I'm dreaming
When you're written by my brain
You're in the hallway cold
& my heartbeat when it's stopping
When the clouds are made of cotton
& the bruises made of berries
That stained your lips
In the summer

Sing me in your tongue
& sweet Beothuk words will echo
Winter on the Exploits River
Nothing's really lost, you know
Nothing's really lost, you know

There's an aching in your bones
& there's a static in the speakers
& investigator ghosts
Looking for the living proof
There's a clearing by your house
That the seasons have forgotten
Where the clouds are made of cotton
& the bruises made of berries
That stained your lips
In the summer

Sing me in your tongue
& sweet Beothuk words will echo
Winter on the Exploits River
Nothing's really lost, you know
Sing me in your tongue
Say the words & I'll deliver
Winter on the Exploits River
Nothing's really lost, you know?

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From the album 'Beothuk Words', released October 2011
Words & Music by Steven Bowers
Produced by Dale Murray
Featuring:
Fleur Mainville - Fiddle & Strings
Christina Martin - Vocals
Keith Mullins - Drums
Kev Corbett - Bass
Dale Murray - Guitars

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