Now there's no time, I've triyed to find, but you turn-away your back.
Everyone who's, in lonesome place, thanks for gratefulness.
Footprint in sand, deep hands of giants, can't bring me you back.
They brought me too high, I've not intend plane, with steamy clouds, where I'm yet.
There's no time...
There's no time, sun's going down already.
Perhaps the mine, where somebody lay, they dig it out like a grave.
Half moon still stays, in road of strays, clean forms falling there yet.
They brought me too high, I've not intend plane, with steamy clouds, where I'm yet.
There's no time...
I suddenly fly and without you
cry, straying, much dreaming about you.
I suddenly fly and without you
cry, standing, much bleeding about you.
So she was fine, now sun's going down, why have we ever to met?
Perhaps the mine, where her lucky lay, they dig it out like a death.
Half moon still stays, in road of strays, clean forms falling there yet.
They brought me too high, I've not intend plane, with steamy clouds, where I'm yet.
There's no time...
I suddenly fly and without you
cry, straying, much dreaming about you.
I suddenly fly and without you
cry, standing, much bleeding about you.
Maybe it's not a crime to be with you
and lie without the lies. (maybe)
Smile it's not a crime to be with you
and lie without the lies. (maybe.....!)
With its gradually-unspooling grooves and danceable beats, the debut effort from Swedish psych band Hollow Ship entices with every listen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2020