I miss your hair.
The smell of your clothes.
The look on your face when you
would come home...
It was like you were glad you
could finally lay with me.
And I would lay in your chest,
well into the night, cry away my heart,
tears soaked in my eyes, and you would
pet my hair and tell me
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay."
But now you're like a phantom limb.
Always felt, yet never to return again.
Now it's never "okay, okay, it's okay."
I remember the basement, I was tripping acid and
you were reading some occult book on magic.
Wanted to see if a spell really worked,
went into the next room and knelt down.
You lit some candles, you spread some salt around
and whispered my name... I heard your thoughts and prayers.
It's like you were right there.
I heard your thoughts and prayers, and it was okay.
I knew it was okay.
I knew it was okay.
“Write The Soil Lighter” is full of beguilingly mysterious folk-adjacent music, shrouded in shadow and atmospherics. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 30, 2023