In the open all is clear: every story every breath that I held dear
As I press these keys and write these notes
Broken memories, broken hearts I hope they float
Broken posts that frame this bed
These drowning thoughts around my head
I have known what, I have known what you can't say
I'll be gone then, I'll be gone at break of day
And love that binds us to this town
is the same thing, it's the same thing turned around
In the morning, in the morning we are done
In the morning, in the morning you are gone.
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