I hear the sound of these infamous bells
Lips turn dry no more yells
I feel it
Feel it slip through my fingers
And taste the rain I'm all hers
Right there where the beauty is, I can't tell
Somehow, something's missing in that shell
I feel it
Feel it slip through my fingers
And taste the rain I'm all hers
Left behind
Looking for my missing parts
What I've already lost
From the start
A small hint of me
Wants to close my eyes on everything
Let this knives nest just being
All makes sense now
According to the distant wind
It's a mess not supposed to be cleaned
Former members of Phenomenal Handclap Band expand on their “everything but the kitchen sink” approach, adding rich vocals and finely-textured arrangements. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 30, 2016