Dust hides as sun rays decay into the soil
I set out some cherries for any lost souls
I think of all the records never to be sung
Many speak of love. Did they speak at all?
What's love in a vacuum? What's an arc on a plane?
There's no more evil to heed
The cold chatters my teeth
Just the sound of water cut deep into the stone
How it chipped away every single day
Just the breath of the wind inhaling through a cave
It was once a pinhole, now a symbol to no one
Perhapsy’s latest—which is also available on translucent cyan vinyl—draws from shoegaze & dreampop, and tells a wrenching true story. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2018