Where the sky meets the road
Let the pink caress the gold
If only for a while
A little tired, truth be told
And though your fingers are cold
You take my hand and smile
Twist in the wind my butterfly
In the midst of the fading light, oh
How did it all come to this?
Where the trees greet the sea
I’ve never seen you look so free
A diamond in the sand
Forever warm inside your heart
A warmth withholding; a warmth apart
From your cold hands
Twist in the wind my butterfly
In the midst of the fading light, oh
How did it all come to this?
A split silhouette under Southern sky
We’ll grow old and dignified, oh
How will it all end?
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