Could our spirits waste a single day
Would they roam the flowers far away
That scent I know it sets me free
Some exotic eastern orange tree
I know you’ve been out there wandering (lost tracks)
Out on the boulders pondering (come back)
The stream I know it seems to flow (so slow)
But I might be gone before it brings you home
Raise a cemetery
For us to rest
We have adorned you with a crest
All the modern people
With modern eyes
Should be so wrong to fantasize
The seasons out here always seem (to not last)
Like time is moving far from me (so fast)
If I could only half-perceive (these things)
I’d have a reason to receive (your gifts)
I lay some flowers here for you (all red)
So they can all remember who (lay dead)
They have a word for you today (who knew)
They’d leave their graves to hear you say
Raise a cemetery
For us to rest
We have adorned you with a crest
All the modern people
With modern eyes
Should be so wrong to fantasize
You don’t hide a single thing you do
Silver birch a forest grown anew
Take the bark
Draw a map of the hills you once conquered
And we can share a laugh
They were the size of the mountains on the postcards that your brother sent to you
Windows fog as winter comes to stay
Open ocean slower every day
Rolled-up sleeves
Torn-up jeans
Ceaseless patterns woven past the seams
I have a memory of you older than the gold that’s gone away
In songs that swing from giant and anthemic to distortion-caked and widescreen, Lightning Cult conjure galaxies of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2022