The wind bustles me around, save,
As I muscle with waves,
And I tussle with graves in the dead middle of the sea.
You anchor me.
You hold breathless the ocean floor,
While sky's violence and wanting more,
Tsunami engulfing the shore pulling debris back to the sea.
A smooth, jazzy ride through psych-prog twists and turns, all led by an airy and captivating voice captured at a changing moment. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 7, 2018