ticket stubs, spent love in aerial planes
my, we are flying low today
clouds burst our thirst...no words, even worse
the damage in our tongues
helpful, helpless...return to regress
retirees with dancing steps
all across the portrait of loss for love
we're neglectful of...
pardon for faults are propagating vaults to hide...
what we fear has died
tortured by a facade
feed the fruitless mirage of no reply
wakeless, dreamless coma
this the profile of a...
silhouette forced to rest
time is now to retire
functioning has expired
rows of faded shadows
hiccups, coughs...signing off
no laughs...just goodbye
we are trying not to try
missteps, none left
forget how to rise
we've negated prosperous lives
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