A resplendent digipak containing beautiful artwork by our own Simon J Curd.
Includes unlimited streaming of Vigils
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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A resplendent digipak containing beautiful artwork, and a lovely new tshirt both designed by our own Simon J Curd. Men's t-shirts are Military Green, Ladies' t-shirts are Navy.
Includes unlimited streaming of Vigils
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 2 days
Purchasable with gift card
£16GBPor more
lyrics
I can’t plump your pillows till you cough up all your guts and I’ll do so with a smile through our joys and through our ruts. There's a denominator – is it love or was it lust that's patently fermented to a grim platonic trust?
It was all about the way that your eyes held mine so gently. There was no false part portrayed and no reproaches inferred. If we’d known how that would change, that there’d be no respite.
Dressed in your best gown, I’ll press your face down, take this weight off my hands.
When did our white walls take on this jaundiced pall? In my favourite daydreams I kid myself that every noise you make means...
“With your kindest frown, press my face down, take this weight of your hands. Know it won’t erase all our glory days as fate’s forced your plans. I know you’d never lie, you’d never fail me, please just hold me with your hands.”
Did I decide to sacrifice my youth to your needs or did I get myself cornered by vows I once did mean?
I’ve been friends with sacrifice – I’ve been its mulch and its feed – but it makes you feel wanted, it makes you feel needed.