Artist: Datemonthyear
Language: New Zealand English
Like the morning mist, silence descends upon their house. They speak only in glances, gestures, and grunts; ever afraid that they'll slip and crash. Breaking the glass of this home-less structure. Left alone with only each other.
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As he unravels himself from the chains of sleep, he listens and hesitates. A creaking door. A clanking pot. Rain against an open pane. All signs of a tightrope day.
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This song along with several others by Datemonthyear can be purchased here.
