worm,
will you return me
to the robin’s beak?
i’ll be a bird
terminal
we both know
let the rest of me go
see my death become a trail
and the trail leads to a flower
i will blossom in your sail
every dreamed and
waking hour
woman,
woman
hold me in your heat
till i remember
terminal
we both know
let me rest, let me go
see my death become a trail
and the trail leads to a flower
i will blossom in your sail
every dreamed and
waking hour
Such a wonderful change to hear such eclectic, symbolic and thought inspiring lyrics. You can't fake soul and this album has it in spades! Daniel Mayes
Charming German indie pop with the keen melodic sensibilities and melancholic undercurrent of some of the style's best practitioners. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 26, 2021
I can't get enough of Adrianne's convicted repetition of "It's over but it's alright". The harmonic teeth of the dual guitar parts just bite right into the rhythm like it's a hunk of warm, seedy bread. Benjamin Wichman