the falling rain no longer
puts my face in your head
and I no longer can put your dreams into my songs
one night you were sleeping
and in your sleep you said
“something’s wrong here, something’s wrong”
I spend all my time thinking
of how to build
something out of something that had been
sleeping with a hammer
on wooden window sills
dreaming angles and support beams in our skin
my hands have lost all their feeling
but my feet still go up the hill
when you fucked up worse
than you ever have before
how do you wake up in the morning and sit still?
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022