Calling your name when I've felt comfortable.
Knowing that it's just me inside this hole.
These woods won't remember us or what we said.
Each rock rolling toward us regrets what it meant.
I've been holding you too closely ever since.
If I could carry you, I'll wait till we end.
Then maybe you'd consider me sometime when you're bored.
If a painting of someone crying in the snow, holding their broken life in a warm embrace sounded like something it would sound like this album Christian
Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2016