...the slow roll to the edge of memory. Tomorrow is mixed with today and all the yesterdays that have come before or are yet to be.
things take time, take time ~ the blankest year ~ someday, soon
being there ~ the things we don't remember ~ up against the sky
begin again ~ here is where you got lost ~ all the wrong spaces
fables of a reconstruction ~ anchor ~ adventures in solitude
gave the ocean what i took from you ~ turn around ~ no space for consequence
fixed positions ~ blind spots ~ monument
slow roll ~ maybe, tomorrow ~ these days
both sides ~ far far away ~ either way
linger on ~ nobody tells you where to go ~ claim your ghost