someone who loves you will make the impact of dawn a little less jarring
Come back to San Francisco, Kim Deal. And bring Kelley, too. Make a record in the dead hours of morning. Play a show at an Alameda dive bar in the dead hours of morning. Fog turns orange in the refinery lights. I want to drink a beer with you and walk along the shipping yards.
I have two sisters, but you're the sister I never had.