I am yours -- to the end of the world,
or such time -- as you see fit to let me go
from this bond -- that is neither chain nor stone
but a home -- burrowed deep beneath the snow.
| And we shall be shielded
| by the selfsame spell that guards the holy door:
| and the power wielded
| in our hands so small, and so
| unknowable.
From now on -- I'll admit when I'm wrong,
feed the cat -- and arise before dawn.
There are some -- who would call me a fool
They say sooth -- I sought the fountain of you.
If you ask -- I will tell what I know:
all must pass -- but we stay when they go.
Cups shall fall -- limbs will wear into wands:
death is rest -- before travelling on.
wasn't sure what to expect when I picked this album up, I had only heard the first song but it was n-y-p so I got it anyhow. After listening through it at least 100 times in the last couple days, I can say with confidence that if there's every a re-release on the cassettes I'd get it in a heartbeat. Willow Barbeau
While everything is falling apart,
this album helps me to get through it, because i can't fall too,
Thanks.
P.S. A Stranger at the Door and Are you asking to be a sail are awesome too!
aurelio_serbo
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