We left the city on a Friday mornin’
To get to the place where there is no warning
Of the return of an absent God.
We unpacked our bags and we started to echo all of the
Secrets that neither of us had let go.
You said “could you?”, I said “I’d rather not”...
‘Cause I’m so blue and you’re so green
And I’m so dirty, I don’t wanna get clean.
We painted blood on the doorway of the cabin.
We were writing desperate little notes to the captain
When we heard a noise from the woods outside.
The animals surrounded us and they plied us with their songs
and they taught us some words and we tried to sing along
They said, “no one’s gonna know what happened here tonight”.
Delicate, plangent indie rock from this Toronto singer-songwriter, who here explores the many aspects of depression. Bandcamp New & Notable May 30, 2018
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