And I am a writer, writer of fictions I am the heart that you call home And I've written pages upon pages Trying to rid you from my bones.
Colin MeloyAs she walked, she breathed a quick benediction to the patron saint of sleuthing. "Nancy Drew," she whispered, "be with me now.
Colin MeloyOne thing about hanging out with a baby is that you can remember a little bit better what it was like to be a kid, and all the mystery that came along with it.
Colin MeloyNo-one wants to hear anything spoken in earnest anymore, unless it happens to involve unrequited, teenage love.
Colin Meloy