Tod Davies

words and music by Tod Davies

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chICI-i9Guc&feature=share

california continues in a pocket
continues in an estuary of the night
and there may or may not have ever been
a day to come in from

settle underwater babe
let the smoke dissolve it's late
and there may or may not 
have ever been a day

if the sandstorm comes
we'll wrap our hoods around us
and we'll make our way
together through the dust
there's nothing fearsome but the night
that would engulf us but for the wreath
of humor that you trail
a tiny sun that never fails
and there may or may not 
have ever been a day

if we're separated in the howling
madness of the dusty wind that rages
grim and ceaseless then i'll wander
on alone into the far distances
until a sunrise shatters through
then i'll know that i've found you
you are the only true day that i ever knew