Baby boy, in your world of unfolded arms,
Where will you find anything to keep your eyes afloat
and straight on ‘til morning
Journals marked with the secrets still kept in mind; objects of love and the want for someone understanding
Of what you need to give
And night is heavier than the day
But I won't wither in the way I withdraw to weep
But is it weak or is it frail to want you here to no avail
Bluelit fields of my youth are what keep me sane
Occupied with golden-savoured hours that I reclaim in wordless thoughts
Worlds like these are the places meant to be known only by me and perhaps someone who wants to know me, but why is that my everything
And my nights are heavier than my days
But I won’t wither in the way I withdraw to weep
But is it weak or is it frail to want you here to no avail
and is it weak or is it frail to want to hear familiar melodies
If I am grown and far above
The lanterns of a pale love
Then tell me now what is that song
You sang for me when we were young
credits
from Peregrine,
released June 18, 2021
Timothy Jude Andrews -
Acoustic, electric, and bass guitars, synthesizers, drum programming/percussion, vocals
William Luke Culbertson - additional drum programming
Effortlessly juggling mood without slowing down or stopping to question themselves, the Singaporean band give new life to an age-old indie ethos. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 16, 2021
The British band awe with shapeshifting, psychedelic love songs, weighing sensory overload against luxuriant romance. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 28, 2019