Music and lyrics by Damon Waitkus

Lyrics

I met a new lover in an old, familiar
bed this morning. She wasn’t close
to beautiful, but she was saying
she could smell the dust I’d been
collecting, and the snow that was likely
to fall, and was in no hurry at all,
so we had time.

She says:
“And if you’re ever drawn into a subway
or an elevator shaft, or drawn to painting
on cathedral ceilings, take your time:
you can fall to your death as easily inside.”

Personnel

DW – voice, guitar
EP – 5-string violin
KM – bassoon, voice
JH – bass
JG – drums