Lord Huron really feels likeÂ
*sunsets over the desert* *guitar floating through the air while a dying fire sends its embers to become stars* *a bequeathed locket with photos of your great-great-grandparents* *the still warm spot of an unknown forest animal’s resting place* *a coyote skull* *flashing red neon lights* *a casino at 12 am* *lottery tickets and slot machines* *the confidence of walking down a busy city street and looking hot as fuck* *that one photo of the two of you that you refuse to delete even though its been ages and it hurt but that memory feels so good-* *a bonfire next to a river and feeling like something hidden is watching you from the tree line* *changing your name and moving across the country and removing every trace of your old life* *walking through fresh snow under a full moon* *Are you crying over your ex or crying over a life you wish you had?* *you remember the face of that one childhood friend but you can’t remember their name and it’s killing you* *running along a tropical beach and it smells like coconut and saltwater* *stargazing with your partner and the warm breeze is blowing the tall grass and it smells like dew* *cowboy hats* *getting lost in the woods* *walking through a wildflower meadow at dawn* *fingers itching to pick up that phone and pick right back up where you left off* *a record player playing an old disc and its scratchy from disuse* *being in a car with your friends and driving down a lonely road blasting music in the late afternoon* *going to a bar alone and leaving with someone* *adrenaline high* *feeling invincible* *mutual pining* *yearning yearning yearning* *nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia-*
