Whether raw acoustic, metal or somewhere in between, each song has been carefully crafted to be thought provoking and universally emotional without ending up as
I’ve got to let go of the holding on
Smile is frightening me
Sensations
All visual
Blend with tactility
Washed by the rain that she dances within
And I take a step backwards
And watch her
Naked
In a shower together
And wash her
Off of me
Say good-bye
Warm wet kisses
Say good-bye
I don’t want to not hold her
See the back of her head
And I make sure that the door is shut
Before letting go
Of the doorknob
The action that makes memories
That lets me be alone
With ink and cigarettes
A broken ritual
Of ink and cigarettes
Oh, soft
Her body is soft
Softer than I remember
I remember bodies to be
Anticipation is written in the smoke
And I blow it on my hand so that I can feel anything
But I’d rather feel her lips
Lightly with my finger tips
But my fingers don’t even touch my lips
When I smoke
Oh, no
There’s nothing here
Nothing to hold
