A broken glow is coming from the town down there.
A thousand home fires are burning.
In the dark, I’d have welcomed any noise.
But, now I hear the choir of light.
Somebody’s singing in my sight tonight.
We’ve been walking for a month of Sundays now.
Haven’t seen anyone for so long.
Just the sun by day and my heartbeat in the night.
But, now I hear the choir of light. Somebody’s singing in my sight tonight.
Too beautiful...
Perfect as a diamond...
Warm as any mothers’ arms...
I pray that I’m not dreaming.
I can hear my lovers’ eyes...
Her silence only leaves me blind...
Any destination...
We’re coming in from anywhere.
I’ll break down, but I promise I’ll be brief.
I can’t let loose on a perfect stranger.
I’m just wondering if it’s only in my mind.
Too beautiful...
Perfect as a diamond...
Warm as any mothers’ arms...
I pray that I’m not dreaming.
I can hear my lovers’ eyes...
Her silence only leaves me blind...
Any destination...
We’re coming in from anywhere.
The Oakland singer's latest album imagines the power struggle between man and nature as a slow, steady tempest of dark folk. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 20, 2019