If we drift, then we drift
We'll meet back at the shore
From light and dark to feathers and steel
Not for words, but for the feel
And nothing is secret, only pretence.
Smoothed down over time.
Sacrifice the "now" for "maybe when"
When sighs become songs
Memories become rosaries to soothing chants -
strung together in a loop to cycle again and again and again -
clasped in hands and buried in velvet bags.
Smoothed down over time.
And if we drift then we'll drift. Memories for the "maybe when".
The chilled product of a snowed-in weekend in the Swiss Alps, the debut EP from this ambient duo is a winter wonderland in and of itself. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 6, 2018