To feel, to want
the pain, now gone
it was my life
it needed time
to heal, to rage
the roads ahead
seem out of range
they mean nothing
to men who walk
a lonely path
I needed time
to learn to fly
with these bare hands
and all your weight
I was so close
not close enough.
Guitar-wielding duo from Queens, New York, drop atmospheric debut LP, recorded in an ex-bowling alley under a cafe. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2015