I am the the lost, holy, sarcastic smile
and the fingers in you
You are the paradox body
a symbol in water
the bliss of the moon
We are the crown of withdrawing
the shore of forgetting
the card of the fool
If the silver cord lifts hope above me
you're its unmaker
Artful outsider post-pop with a lot of noise and a touch of jangle from one of Denver’s most forward-thinking musical projects. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2016