Don't feel much like crying this morning, solid form don't trick this mind today,
But the walls are telling tales, of someone else's life, I guess I'll learn to listen to them say,
Oh, maybe you're an angel or a cajun, listen to their theories on this day,
Woah, put yourself on track, with someone else's life, I guess I'll learn to have it my way.
Because no matter what I ask for it comes here, but all my fleeting thoughts had gone awry,
Oh when the answers didn't come, oh yah the walls were slightly paled, but how do I count the ways I love this guy.
Countenance gets covered by the martyrs, patches mend small holes we make in time,
Oh but the rivers do not stop, for octagon signs or a drop,
The drop will only make the water fall.
Days get overruled by the night. Night comes in to line of sight.
Oh but my eyes work just as good, as I ever thought they should, when you hold my hand them tears fall out my eyes.
Oh, don't feel much like crying this morning, if the sun don't shine to carry me away, not every day is a day like this, could you stand in my light to shade the heat, and I'll be here.
Karin Park made this album of spare, intensely beautiful dark pop in a converted church building from her childhood. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2022