As streams head down the mountains and move to meet the sea, you hold a power over me. My mouth sculpts words like marble until they form your name. The moth ignites beside the flame.
With each arrival of new seasons, we wear the robes the day provides. I have no rudder, just the current's cold direction. I follow orders, take no sides.
I don't have the heart to tell the crew our situation. All the engines seizing, all the compasses are blind. Stack the maps beside the furnace. Log our true location. Soak the meat and hard tack while we watch the clock unwind.
The color of my eyes. The sound of swarming bees. You hold a power over me. Two roads meet in the shadows and both the roads are closed. You hold a power over me.
released December 6, 2012
Mario Costa, Mike Means and Tim Catz play bass guitars. Ed Mac plays the drums. Kevin Grant sings.
Recorded by Trevor Vaughan @ The Colisseum.
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