Two stole an old boat
From stony shore to shining sea
And folded over
The paper creases carefully
Each holds the other
Into the air they throw a seed
The rose will open along the currents, free
And so the story goes
A lonely paper rose
Through stormy undertow
A world beyond control
Some nights I dream of
The dark and cold of ocean floor
On others I’m shown
A swift return to stony shore
And every now and then, I dream:
A tiny island in the sun
A beach of roses
I like that one
And so the story goes
A lonely paper rose
Through stormy undertow
A world beyond control
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