This hole, this soaking skin, this mop
Wet hair caught in your eyes, your windsheild wipers
Slapping time but moving slow
But moving slow
This clock, this time machine, this watch
This measurement of trips around the sun
And times that I have seen the moon
I've seen the moon
This phone, this metronome, this click click
This user of words sorts through the alphabet
To find in their a voice
In there a voice
This bed, this resting head, this graph
This place from where I map out on my window
Times that I have seen the moon
I've seen the moon
Probably it won't be long
I don't see this dragging on too much
Probably it wont be long
I don't see this dragging on too much
Cause all this waiting is making me tired
Oh all this waiting is making me tired
You're here, you're on this floor, standing
You just walked through that whole in my wall
Yes two hinges on a piece of door
A piece of door
This chance, this randomness, this math
This disorder and chaos
This particular spacing of molecules
Of molecules
Probably it won't be long
I don't see this dragging on too much
Probably it wont be long
I don't see this dragging on too much
Cause all this waiting is making me tired
Yeah all this waiting is making me tired
Yeah all this waiting is making me tired
Oh all this waiting
Hearing this was like discovering Desire, or London Calling for the first time. Derivative yet original, the songs are immediate and the melodies will get stuck in your ear for days. tideracer
Banjo-wielding indie folk outfit drop their fourth full-length studio album of broody ballads and barroom stompers. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 13, 2014