I woke up and the house was being lifted by a hand.
I saw the dark creased fingers from my window.
There's nothing that memorable from the time we fell asleep
and I drove home in a panic thinking about how . . .
You would always be the one to tell me
when it was time I had to leave,
and I never had anywhere good to be.
So I fell in love with ideas of who you could make me into.
The growling of the bed sheets roared under your thighs
Light blinked for me but only when I dreamt I lost my mind.
Winter ghost haunted my paranoid thoughts
on nights that changed the way we spoke to each other.
That was the last I heard of what you thought about me,
and it was the last time that I ever thought of you—
the way we were so poisonous to each other.
So I fell out of love with ideas of who you made me into.
On this harmonically rich LP, the Scottish singer-songwriter contrasts gorgeous soprano harmonies with strident folk-rock instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 26, 2023
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