I rise with no shine
Jogging a line between Myrtle and Park
The bottles of wine
No friends of mine, I won’t miss them at all
You’ll be a father in time
But where is that line and when do you discover
All of the secrets of life?
I know they’re not here in the cold
And I won’t know
‘Til the day it comes, oh
The city won’t show
Its walls have no ears
In bookstores and bars
No tales bizarre
I just hear whispers in corners
Search subway and chase down the evening star
I just burn ribcage and all
Where are the secrets you hold?
A city so old, bound in bricks, bones and silent
To all of the birds I must seem
A fool with his face to the wall
And I won’t know
‘Til the day it comes, oh
The city won’t show
Its walls have no ears
And I won’t know
‘Til the day it comes, oh
The city won’t show
Its walls have no ears
The city won’t show
The city won’t show
The city won’t show
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