One of My Favourite Weathers (feat. Lorcan Thompson)

Disappear from the charts,

Not enough to be forgotten.

You know you must never have existed at all in the system.

And the turns that I take with the information on my fingerprints: it's all up for grabs, just

remembering to hold it. Don't be sad.

Unseen, unfelt, unheard, not spelt. The eye, its word, before - before. And the air so thick

with the cries of the dead.

Who are they? We forget. We've forgotten what they said.

Go backwards fellows, defy the law of space. When you crash into the terra firma, cosmetise

your face.

But how much did you say it would cost me, the friend I trust no more?

We hold hands together on the sweet sacred blasted shore.