It grows in our garden
Of dispair
Born oceans away
As old as time, and still among us
Unraveled from the inside
We forgive, and then we forget
With all that we can't see, knowing is believing...
And nobody wants to know
Any port will do
Valley of smoke seen up ahead
Storm is on the way
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2015 • The Direction of Last Things
2015 • The Direction of Last Things
2015 • The Direction of Last Things