Release me into the blue, conceal me until everything feels like it's gold
My days are slow, and drag on, my head hangs low and tolerance is getting old
Release me into the blue, new glaze hurricane tear up my shelter
Reveal me to you, new days where expectations smoulder
Release me into the blue, conceal me until everything feels like it's gold
This debut from the Melbourne-based folk-rock band tackles environmental issues, self-determination, and relationships. Bandcamp New & Notable May 26, 2023