Paint me a golden sky with your books and afternoons.
The happy world you occupy won't be changing soon.
But someday.
I was watching more than mud wash down.
The current wiped the names from sandstone walls.
I was somewhat younger then; sometimes I wish I was still so small.
Make me a secret dream.
Fill it in with forest green.
Cover it with magic spells, and may my memory serve me will.
Till someday
I was watching more than mud wash down.
The current wiped the names from sandstone walls.
I was somewhat younger then; sometimes I wish I was still so small.
Find me a resting place when no more sunshine finds my face,
And I have lost the secret dreams, and golden skies escape me.
On that day.
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023