Don't disappear while I'm anchored here
Don't lose your nerve now
I'm dying for something to happen
The New England coast plays parasite and host
There's always something that once made its home where you're standing
Flying over the Atlantic
Teeming traveler, where do you go to?
Sea of black, all the rocks are tilting
In my mind you're beneath the waves
I saw your eyes that day
Green as the field where we lay
I saw your eyes that day
Green as the field where we lay
I saw your
I saw your
I saw your eyes that day
You were a phase
Fierce and fervent and fleeting as a hurricane
Flying over the Atlantic
Teeming traveler, where do you go to?
Sea of black, all the rocks are tilting
In my mind you're beneath the waves
Something silently stalks the Baltic
Caught halfway in a soft migration
Seven days to create a planet
We'll work faster than God's own hands
I saw your eyes that day
Green as the field where we lay
I saw your eyes that day
Green as the field where we lay
The former frontman of the Pains of Being Pure at Heart lets loose with a passionate, Dylan-esque record full of razor-sharp lyricism. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 2, 2021