Quickly comes the close of day
The storm has chased the sun away
Some hearts should never be broken
Some words should never be spoken
And now there's nothing left to say
Flowerpot shattered on the floor
Nothing grows here anymore
Silence hangs where the pot once hung
Worse than a curse in any tongue
As the flower's slowly blowing out the door
And the signs were there
But they were so unaware
You just can't see past the tip of your nose
When you're staring deeply into eyes like those
And in the stillness approaching fast
The sobbing sun, the storm has passed
Apologetic thoughts exchanged
The hanging garden rearranged
But like all good things, they should know it just won't last
And the signs are there
But they just don't care
You just can't see past the tip of your nose
When you're slowly drowning in eyes like those
Percussionist and sound artist Riccardo La Foresta joins musician and producer James Ginzburg for a fluid collaborative experiment. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2024