Her resting eyes are opening for me
When I need health she is there for me
With solid care blocking vicious blows
Now we can both be UFOs
A sweetheart ray in a cross mark world
That nurtures doom, doom
State the sly
State the vile
State the fear
State the pain
And we can both be sea and flame
All my worries are congealed
And only crumbs of passing torture leak
Minus the leak of gangrene
We link through ways without using words
We tweet with birds
Stay the same
State your claim
Poo-taa-weet and always change
And we can both be sea and flame
Her and me, UFOs
All my worries are congealed
And an early grave resealed
And only crumbs of passing torture leak
The Bristol band wed bright, hallucinogenic soul to propulsive jazz funk, resulting in the perfect combination of groove and atmosphere. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024