dust in the corners of our eyes from sunny beach days grained within the instincts of our skins / pulled into the places where they told us not to swim by the feeling we had something there to find / by the knowledge we could never leave behind / left with only dust between our eyes
dust around those boxes where you kept your books away and the floorboards of your room where they would sleep / you took them when you left, you didn't tell me / there were stories we would never get to tell / there were things that could have changed the way we felt / that they all would become dust along the shelves
please, for me
don't go
dust on the shoulders of our raincoats tucked inside a closet in a house we once called home / breaking at the seams around my body in the bed / and the waves of your voice inside my head / and the palms of your ghost like a thread / cupped within my chest once again / fingertips and chambers once again / putting me to sleep once again / putting me to sleep once again
Devon Church embraces a warm and introspective singer-songwriter sound evocative of Lee Hazlewood and Nick Cave on his latest. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 26, 2023
Five ghostly folk songs described by Dayydream as being on the border of imagination & reality, all wreathed in delicate echo. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 6, 2022