I've got a road, like a trail in the sand,
It grows like a river, like the lines in my hand,
When the blue town busload circles the dead,
You can curl up cosy and crawl in my head.
I can feel her movements rise in the morning,
Love in the morning, I love her.
The freedom fire that tugs on her skirt -
- When the birds blow south and the cold starts to hurt.
With the sky's soft howl against the window pane.
Her song sung sweetly as the nights drew again.
I can feel her movements rise in the morning,
Love in the morning, I love her.
Expanding the plush vistas of their past record, the Australian duo make fresh electro-pop grounded in concise, memorable hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 15, 2020