Early in the morning
The sun struggles to rise
On this clear, quiet, cold morning
It's nothing sacred
Not yet awakened by your light
And if you show me you're there
Then I won't have to stare
In longing through fog at some grace shining from
The torch you lit in my darkened layer
Now I'm trying to leave
But there's frost on my windshield and I can't see a thing
Where is my sun?
To melt the frosty grey so things can be done
And you plead and you beg, you said
"Don't disturb me in bed"
But the night is so long and my dreams are so cold
So I need your warmth to defrost my head
This debut from the Melbourne-based folk-rock band tackles environmental issues, self-determination, and relationships. Bandcamp New & Notable May 26, 2023