We’ve been out here for long enough
waiting on a ripple to sail us to the shore
or on the sun that wanes and rains to cleanse
for not being the ones we needed to be
hard glares in the bus terminal dream
tell me mumbling outsiders still see
how to pull questions from the well:
“why are we here and what makes you bleed?
Are we everything or nothing or somehow in between?”
(are we destined to walk through this life half-asleep?)
A lusting pack of wolves; we roam the land:
truckstop suffocating, heads in our hands
burning up the miles in desert heat (x2)
am I with you and you with me? (x2)
because it’s not enough to know what it is that we seek in the heart
restless, our souls will stray like sailors who’ve come to port
long lost on the sun and burned by the rays
standing eye to eye buried by the waves
sons, brothers, sisters, daughters
and the distance between
sons, brothers, sisters, daughters
in search of meaning
are we brave enough? Have we bled enough?
what distance is too far to the stars?
with our sail in sight of the trees
we ignore the shore when it calls
why are we here?
Our names erased by the tide.
there is no port in the storm.
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019