Synesthesia Songtext
von Deer Scout

Night in the city
Big house on the corner
Voice has the timbre
Of summers ago

Like old synesthesia
Ringing for ages
Stirs something in me
Cradle my soul

On the way to the country
David says "Trust me"
I let him off leash
But he always comes home
Like old synesthesia
Ringing for ages
Let it off leash but
It always comes home


And we wait on the lawn
Under stars so much sharper
They tear up the night
Like a wild pack of dogs

Out on the country
The train has a timbre
Cuts through the silence
Cradle me home

And it stirs something in them
Seven coyotes
And though it won′t answer
They're calling it home
Seven coyotes
Howling for ages
Old synesthesia
Cradle me home

Old synesthesia
Howling for ages
Old synesthesia
Cradle my soul