I see your face, a half-baked smile. I crawl, alone, for 1000 miles. You're hidden in the strangers I meet; a cry for help, no one can hear me. You can't respond. It hurts knowing you're gone.
I should have held you more in my arms. But now the earth tears you apart.
I will never cross this lake by myself, even knowing that you are on the other side.
Airships on the Water return with another LP of phenomenally textured post-rock, moving from tender passages to well-earned crescendos. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2022