Misc Unsigned Bands - Lou grace

Ton^Eight the canvas s^Bkies glides by be^Afore our e^Eyes, With c^Eardboard stars a^Bligned shaping our s^Atate of ^Emind.

The a^Efternoon bids w^Belcome to the p^Aale paper ^Emoon, An e^Eagle owl with c^Botton quill flies e^Aast passed the ^Ehill.

^AThere’s a trail of thoughts we use^Ed to follow, That ^Aleads the way into the mountain h^Eollow. And t^Ahe place we thought weâ€^E™d never see, ^AUnfolding before you a^End me, Where ^BLou Grace flows ups^Atream, Is still the place where we shall ^Emeet.

Our b^Elanket’s car^Bried by the bree^Aze across the s^Eeven seas, We r^Eow our way with o^Bld John’s cane, ^Athe shore we?^E?€™ll attain.

Ah^Eead our eyes are s^Bet on something n^Aew, with shades of ^Eblue, Itâ€^E™s cobalt curta^Bins shaped like w^Aaterfalls, unfolding its^Eelf tall.

^ALet's pretend this world will always r^Eemain, And w^Ahen we leave this place, we'll stay the s^Eame. And t^Ahe place we thought weâ€^E™d never see, ^AUnfolding before you a^End me, Where ^BLou Grace flows upst^Aream, Is still the place where we shall ^Emeet.

^BLou Gr^Eace, Lou Graceâ?^A?™s ru^Enning, Leading h^Aome to where we know we should be h^Eeading to. And ^Athe place we thought weâ?^E?™d never see, ^AUnfolding before you a^End me, Where L^Bou Grace flows ups^Atream, Where L^Bou Grace flows ups^Atream, Is still the place where we shall ^Emeet.