cars buried under salt
pinched nerves, confusing all these dates
skim boarding in hurricane muds
we flew to Spain, we stood while we ate
the new golden dawn
junkie boyfriends hooking you up
peach, honey, it doesn’t matter
a list of missed symbols that I made up
we all want to be on the top of a mountain
we all want to feel like we’re getting someplace
I pack my bag and march into the sunlight
I’ll return with something new to say
underneath a waterfall
new friends, confusing all these words
spines cracking in thunderstorms
we drove up north, we danced in the rain
the old specter glows
inner demons scraping your bones
here, alone, of course it matters
a note of yours I kept in case of doubt
if you wanted to ward me off, you succeeded
I want to swirl into my dreams unimpeded
no one likes to feel like they're in the way
so I think this means I’ll be on my way
acoustic majesty and heartfelt lyricism from the man of the hour and my dear bosom buddy, Matt May. try it with his other album, Derivatives; they make an excellent pair grown honesty well