In the mist, in the night, the opera sang
And I feel alive, in the night, your name rang
Alive
Who can win?
Alive, alive
A summer alive
Alive, alive
A summer at home
Tonight, we will be alone
Tonight, who am I to you?
Who can win?
Alive, alive
A summer alive
Alive, alive
A summer at home
But I'm cold
I'm weak
And I tremble as I speak
I'm wasteful and tired
I fall through your hands
But thank God I'm not a liar
I'm meek and I'm sorry
As I hide in your sheets
And break free from desire
Like a child free from harm
What's it like to be a child free from harm?
I never have
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016