Oh horses. Oh hay. Can I do it? Can I write all these songs?
This one's about a very strong, very gentle, very serene pony who sees a mint green mare every day for the very first time... and every day his words are the same.


DON'T FORGET THIS:
https://clyp.it/u4qznuix ←the mix from this video

https://clyp.it/irlpmkvd ←surprise saxophone version (recommended)


Thank you for being here. ❤


LYRICS, in text form:
rose with the sun
he says it again
good morning angel

smile in spite of myself
we begin again
good morning angel

…what does he see? what can i
be beside this artist

…who does he see?
…just me

slipped under shadow past past memory's maw
torn from the page
and forgot a lot

…nobody else, just me

nobody else did he— never said it to
anyone else and i don’t understand it but
he says it again

even if you forget me
in a moment’s time

water flows from the end of his tools
and life springs up beneath him
ink flows from the end of my tools
and my life springs up beneath me too