My windows have choked the light away
My river is broken in delay
Our poison can cause the earth to quake
But my shoegaze memories have escaped
Our runways may have parted
Flown a different plane
But we recognized each other in the smoking pain
The ocean has swallowed up the sand
The canyons have cut off all their hands
Our mothers have thundered their demands
But they've graced us with minds to expand
Our runways may have parted
Flown a different plane
The tracks have been deserted
Boarded a shiny train
You know I'd love some boots
Imported from Spain
But we recognized each other in the smoking pain
The latest from Jessica Pratt retains the sense of mystery that characterized her previous albums, adding expansive arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2019
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