We're shivering in the chill of winters best work.
Not cold enough to freeze the words that i speak in fragments.
'cause floating in the limbo of my brain is the perfect thing to say,
I might just let it slip away.
Fabrication spilled my head far too much.
Everything I thought did, spoke or heard was written down.
Worry made me notice things I did or didn't do.
I know that depth gets wider in my view,
when i speak with you.
And I recall the time imprinting ourselves onto the snow that laid that night
and coloured the back yard an infinite white.
Time begins to melt and run through my hands,
a white feather bed of snow, a pillow to lay your head.
'cause I thought that I'd be so lost without the withered thoughts I plant.
Now that I feel more found I'll celebrate the ways my world has changed.
All that wasted time, I was wasting what was mine.
It's never been so clear, it was written in my fear.
All I needed was, to forget the cause.
I'm basking in the drought, removing all self doubt.
All that wasted time I spent worrying,
and all that wasted time I spent indoors.
When you breathe I feel like I feel better,
cos I'd feel so lost without you,
and with you I feel found.
a criminally humble masterpiece, which was made in two days by two people, which blows my mind because it sounds like it took four years to write and produce music that sounds this good. Spell Token
a two piece RnB/soul project you might not have heard of. this album is a tender listen and will give you those #gospelvibes. listened to this and their first album back to back for so many years now. Spell Token