Tide the daily din:
automatic, warm within
every time you would hold me
And I’m trying hard to stay
but I see the absence in the way
every time you withhold me
The less we learn the word to say
the more regret we won’t convey
(the consequence of growing by the day)
and out here in the pouring rain
droplets catch the windowpane
to linger there until they dry away
Not for nothing with your love
but we hit the point where we can’t save enough
Can’t tell what this tule fog brings
so I won’t worry ‘bout the rain that falls till the morning
A gorgeous journey through a kaleidoscopic array of sonic approaches melted together that feels old and new at the same time. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2024