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Cavity

from Small Hours by Gandhi's Hands

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Odourless, without a face, without a taste, theres a cavity, some fundamental mistake.
A thousand nights of ambitious fights with an overgrown fate.

I see your legs are buckling, your hands, they are sore.
But resting now is an unsuitable cure.
The end is near, lets take it slow and start again.

Asking for direction should be nothing new.
If you can not choose you can only lose your way.
You'll be rubbing your hands beneath the stars, waiting for the day.

And if your cavity expands and consumes your desire, if it takes your fire and all the tools you require.
It might feel like theres nothing more to keep you warm when the winter finds its way in between your bones.
It'll force its way through the door to your home.
But most of all it will not leave you on your own.
When it's inside it magnifies pollution around the sterile swan boat ride, and it divides the cowards from those brave enough to swim against the tides.
You'd better swim for your lives, because to stay is to fade away into the crooked wooden seats aboard this broken ride.
Theres no escape considering the way it was designed.

When these bad ideas lead you into doubt, just remember the way out.

Asking for direction should be nothing new.
If you can not choose you can only lose your way.
You'll be rubbing your hands beneath the stars, waiting for the day.
Waiting for the day.

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from Small Hours, released November 7, 2014

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Psychedelic overtones and jazzy undertones, wrapped in a blanket of fuzz. For fans of strange guitar sounds.

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