Slow, calm like a tidal wave
Your limbs all around me
Your body surrounds me
and I sink when you’re on top of me
Our talking betrays me like it does with all the clumsy folks
like you.
Soft, sweet like a summer breeze
Your salt fills my belly
My bones become hollow
To refill with your endless songs
I can’t quite contain it
I can’t quite contain it
like you.
credits
from The Happy Hunting Grounds,
released July 17, 2015
Evan Benoit: Guitars, Vocals, Footsteps and Door
UK collective offers 13 slices of tasty indie tunes for dirt cheap. Rummage around, there are plenty of gems to be found. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 8, 2014