It’s cold
Fingertips around a bowl
Pins and needles
The morning sun
Slowly shifts behind the fog
I’d better go
Running on apathy, better force it out
Or I’ll float around ‘til dusk
I promised you everything
Metaphors and all that turns to rust
The feel
Fingertips behind the wheel
But you’re standing still
Start the engine, my friend
You’re better off just seeing where it ends
And the sun’s out again
Running on apathy, better force it out
Or I’ll float around ‘til dusk
I promised you everything
Metaphors and all that turns to rust
The London band's new album is a vibrant postcard from southern Italy, boosted by brass, strings, and pizzica percussion from local players. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2024