from
[album in process],
released July 16, 2016
Let's weave memories of people we might be - visions of faces, places we might meet. Let's hang them on our wall in the company of spider webs, fingerprints, so we don't forget pleasures of this mortal life, moments we left behind. Let's hang them on our wall.
It's easy - just pick me to tell the story for all to believe. Love the machine but hate the maker. Such a pretty thing - you hate to break her.
Was I alone when I found this home in this body I've come to occupy, with jims and janes underneath my wings, what would I become in the morning sun? In the morning, son, could be anyone.
Misunderstood, building neighborhoods like a weed that grows underneath the snow. But you and me, we live quite happily and we soon forget spider webs.