MUMFORD AND SONS

I opened this blog post to describe the concert, but now I don't even want to. It was pure joy and endlessly lovely. What fine gentlemen. I think I'll just stick to their words for a bit.

Winter Winds 
As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts
Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?
(Winter Winds was my summertime driving song, ironically enough)

Little Lion Man
Well it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I my dear?
(I wish I knew a man who could apologize this well)

White Blank Page
Can you lie next to her
And give her your heart, your heart
As well as your body?