Music and lyrics by Damon Waitkus
Hundreds of swifts and one chimney stack:
single file they emerge, single file they go back,
and sure as shit the night comes, but that’s only half the tale.
I must believe the world will carry you if my strength should fail.
Night like a thicket, anything could grow.
The city we woke up in is not the one we know.
You I didn’t plan for. You I can’t resist.
I tell you, the mind’s eye is a beggar in the temples that exist
and I am so glad to meet you.
I am so glad to meet you.
DW – vocals, electric guitar, noises