Oh citizen for laughter, you're gone
You dream like the future full of moss
Sunk below
Wants a deal from inside
Set a small bargin, did I?
Oh the bright self-immolation
I did last among the danger
I did listen to the bell toll, whoa
I was sick in bed with love for the rain
In the cleaner waters in the freezing night, I
In the cold wind all forever I can't see the light
in the green I saw wild falling eyes
saw the fog in rolling fields
Over and over but your time's up
I can't hide in vegetation
I found a genius of the ocean
I did not wake them who speak to the night
Clothes I need for the fever
I did pack them in my bags
I can't sap the undertaker
I guess I can rest in pieces, so long
Babehoven returns with another record of indie folk songs about love, connection, and the fragility of human relationships. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 24, 2024