Our Sorrows - Julia Holter

All voices move out from the order that we left them.

Turn up and turn around — hear them call your name.

If you call out, I will follow you.

Meeting at the bus-stop, the early morning look-out crowd.

Dizzy from the tire view — hear them call your name.

«Then the others follow;

one, two: one, two;

one two …

Birds are singing up and down, and all around us»

If you call out, I will follow you.