The silence turned your bed into
The rain around the lighthouse made us
The only ones
The drought has broken golden rules
Of separate lives.
I wrote a letter by the way.
I wrote it over and again.
This town is full of bombardiers,
And hidden knives.
I never thought me good enough
To save the barges,
Make way for sailors home to wives.
I got your letter by the way.
It bowled me over.
I was a prisoner,
Almost bound to throw the key away.
Tell me again
That I’m good enough.
We’ll watch the weather change
And we will disappear that way.
We’ll watch the weather change.
released June 15, 2018
Recorded and Mixed by Greg Reitwyk at Woodstock Studios, Balaclava and The Aviary Studios, Abbotsford.
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Studios, New York.