I have been the one to shiver in the sun
hair all caked with mud as I was holding on
As filtered light fell on the side of the hill
where we were waiting still and you were finding help
The sound of the breeze through the trees came differently
I couldn’t tell if my time was leaving me
A way I’d never feared it could be
All the ways I’d dreamed it could be – all differently
The sun, the one, falling
My time, my world, on end
I had watched the trees as they passed away from me
as I was rising and taken to be seen
All of you appeared from the sides of my dreams
You all came peacefully as I was reeling
The sound through the halls hung with me steadily
The love that I felt was endlessly staggering
A way I’d not quite seen around me
Each day I would breathe – it would be all differently
With the sun, the one, falling
My time, my world, on end
If I breathe, it will turn again
How my thirst has changed, my friend
I have been the one to shiver in the sun
hair all caked with mud as I was holding on
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020