you weep alone
you die and grieve
you need to love
but you don't care
behind the wall
(you have made up)
the narrow thread
(where you lie)
begins to strain
and fade you out
you need to bring the morning
to your soft rain-eyes
It's time to clean the story
wounding in your mind
if I could help you...
a gentle voice
inside your head
another choice
for your mind, instead
you sleep in storms
(with the fears)
you rage in past
you've locked the doors
that will save you
you need to bring the morning
to your soft rain-eyes
it's time to clean the story
wounding in your mind
you say you feel so lonely...
I’ve been wandering
if I could kiss you
if I could warm you
zero all your time
if you just want me
if you just need me
I can retrieve you...
...but let me in
…but let me in
...but let me in
…but let me in
Stark, folk-derived songs built on brittle acoustic guitars that conjure the image of a fire burning in the distance on a dark night. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2022