Only a fool couldn't see the warmth
And we all, we find solace at midnight
I squandered from the terminus
But you were my nourishment
The snares of their seduction keep me tied
Away from your brilliance in the night
I am the drought, waiting
You are the wave
Coming to wash me clean
Dendriform, my limbs degrade
My mind is a drought
It is a drought and I'm waiting
Still waiting for the words to come
Waiting for the right ones
And I know, yes I know they'll show but I'm dry as a bone
I can't get enough
We are overcome
By what we crave
Overcome again
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The Dublin trio melds post-rock and jazz, adding electronic touches, for a signature sound that's energetic, spacious, and resonant. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 2, 2019