In all those times I feel that I am lost
Watching voices move in front. Three and four
Sounds that weave themselves into the strongest arms
To wrap around and keep my shoulders, keep my heart warm
They say sticks and stones
Will only break my bones
but my own pen can out slay will outrank any sword
A heart that's made of coal still smoulders on below
And words we'll never say, can never say, you'll never know
On days when it's too much
Stories told in touch
Comfort comes in patterns written down in code
These grooves worn in the ground
From pedals held down
Stay with me til grow tired, we grow old
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