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
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this album feels like a raw and deep exploration of the places language and music can go. explorative, introspective and earthy, this album seems to take our Two Hands and trace every line and crease.
all tracks on this album are my favorite track, not a single skip here. e