We used to wait for our heavy storms to take us away while something new would form.
I saw my brother pack his bags and leave
We made our goodbyes and now he is settled down in the city
where he doesn't have to be himself.
He used to play an un-tuned guitar while
he sang about me, and he sung about the stars.
I used to dream about another time,
and now it's all clear that's the only time I wish would come back.
- "Heavy Storm" First Aid Kit
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