we just missed the summer at longo
the hillside sans the blankets of snow
and the birch feels like company
fool to think its only me
(i’ll) take comfort in knowing that seasons come back around
and you’ll never know that i
found solace in apathy and burying the memory
the space between’s a fallacy
so i might just help paint me your enemy
you tried to play this
i tried to take this to the end
tangled in the ebb and flow
an open space of overcoats and undertows
you tried to play this
i tried to take this to the end
this place is not a prison
though i considered the metaphor
this place is not a prison
hammocks hung, staring up through the leaves
clouds move the same without you next to me
whistled grass to my ear off the breeze
it will echo on
but i will never call it home
The latest album from British indie rock band is filled with pared back tracks recorded in various countries while the band was on tour. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 23, 2020