They trusted me to care for their most precious prize
While they went out one night
I CAN'T
See the light that sheltered me before
The trust they would implore
These thoughts that come from nowhere
Go drifting through my head
I wish I could have silence, instead
These thoughts that come from somewhere
Draw from a red-stained cradle
I wait for breaths that do not come
He's wasted gone, forever lost
Curse myself. Good lord! What have I done?!
NERVOUS BREAKDOWN!
Which way can I run
So that I can flee the sun?
I've mastered my escape
I've kept a pace since the very first day
The lights signal their approach
Their hearth, replaced with blood and bones
How can I make this right?
I just need time
The long-running NYC group's full-length debut explores the various guises of minimalism in music, from Krautrock to post-rock. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2019