Open hands, dirty palms. I wasn't looking, Are you lying to me?
Made my bed, got involved. I wasn't listening, Are you lying to me?
I was a derelict out in the morning fog, and you there
Delicate like the first snow on a winter's day
My heart beating like I stole something, looking at your face
Are you listening? Am I rambling? May I join you in your freedom?
Nothing tethered gracefully moves
Does my fancy blind my reason?
Flatlined for a time, still I ran the race
I'm stronger
Fleet of foot, so I kept the pace
My arms held you in the limbo of our gathered space
Are you lying to me?
Open hands, dirty palms. I wasn't looking, Are you lying to me?
Made my bed, got involved. I wasn't listening, are you lying to me
Sustained by seismic psych riffs, proggy shifts, and vivid sci-fi storytelling, these Milwaukee cosmonauts command respect. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 29, 2023