Lyrics Tapes - The Weather Station

Tapes

I found the little tapes
You kept under your bed
And I played and played and played them
Over and over again
Years ago, walking alone
You sang «Oh.»
In your high strange voice
Your feet scuffing along the pavement
Trying to sing what you meant
Late at night — it was too important
I’m older now than you ever were
Or ever would become