Formed from fistfulls of fertile North American soil, The Garden Clots travel collaboratively across genres, borders, beliefs, and political perspectives.
Then she sang
In a voice that stopped all conversation
And I swore I would never forget that song again
And she danced
In a way that said she knew I was watching
And I knew I could never forget those moves again
Cima flares across the night
Wild-haired shooting star
Wide-eyed suitors watch her pass
A stratosphere too far
When she left
Every head in the party turned to watch her
And I knew I would never forget that girl again
Cima flares across the night
Wild-haired shooting star
Wide-eyed suitors watch her pass
A stratosphere too far
