Remember, the house where we used to sing in the yard
And we’d wait for the sun or the moon to come.
It’s not like it really came anyway,
It’s not like it ever came anyway.
We’d lie, we’d talk, we’d tell secrets,
like what it feels like to die in a dream.
And though my body falls hard every time,
I find myself rising like steam,
I collected my breath when it froze to the glass.
I saw a boy with blue eyes, he was tired and
Aiming entirely too high to reach but,
He stood by the water, and gathered a handful of rocks
That would make their way ‘cross the surface,
Again, I was waiting and hoping for another dime
To cast in the concrete forever,
As long as it takes away hours of pain
So I can try to close my eyes again.
I wouldn’t wake you, unless it could not wait.
For now, I must fight to keep my eyes focused on what is in front of me,
For if I forget that the world’s flying past, my future’s over.
I’m mining for gold in a coal shaft, and be damned if I didn’t have luck,
But the air is so stale that it’s heavy and filling my lungs.
Yeah, for now, I must suffer and clench my jaws and hands
Your absence says it all, yeah you’re absence describes it all.
I’m waiting for the flood to take me so far away from here,
I’ve been practicing and learning to disappear.
credits
from Through a Wishing Well EP,
released January 28, 2012
Luke Fendlay: Guitar, Vocals
Joe Ryan: Bass
Paul Hare: Drums, Percussion
Alex Denuzzio: Keyboards
Forged Artifacts announce the sophomore release, available on limited gold cassette, from lo-fi Portlander Alexei Shishkin. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 12, 2016