Hold me down, my love and let me drown.
I've grown so tired of the ghosts in this strange old town.
No great indifference left in cost of the selling of my soul
and the beating of grateful hearts.
A world that's sweet and desperate that cries itself to sleep enough
for all of us, sustains us.
The world once sweet, now dangerous,
has torn the flesh and comfort from my bones and left me to cower in its wake.
And gone are the days when the passage of time
was waylayed and conquered by picturesque design,
kill me ce soir.
Leave me by the water's edge, wake me by the dawn
(that) this tenderness of openess once built upon.
Leave me by the water's edge, wake me by the dawn
(that) this wilderness of hopelessness has risen from.
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BBT are standard bearers for modern prog, with a sound that evokes the spirit of those legendary 70s bands whilst managing to also be thoroughly contemporary. It's astonishing that over 30 minutes of music of this quality, with such high production values, is being made available for free - and their full albums are also very reasonably priced... Eleventh Earl of Blah