we cannot be broken we cannot be frayed we cannot be taken away from the edge where fear becomes lighter nightfire burns brighter the borders are finer and all that is said is that we are the water on the surface of the water we are all daughters of mothers longdead. Sew clothes let them go dreams beget children – pluck strings and let them grow wind through yr throat – weave me into the whole blacker than crows – so slow so close. So slow carry us home unalone
A churning indie-rock meditation on relationships and personal struggle from the New Jersey band, propelled by powerhouse vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2020