February glows through the thunder and snow.
On a distant horizon loves tangled branches grow.
A violent mist blankets the fields below.
The February sun will ever ever show.
Your breath will escape your lips, into the night and into the mist.
February waits onboard a haunted freight,
clicking down rusted tracks over this burnt out state.
All of these fraying wires over head infuse all of these fields of hate. February will always come too late.
Your breath will escape your lips, into the night and into the mist.
credits
from February,
track released September 10, 2012
Written & Performed by Graham Chalmers, Tim Courtney & Nick J. Morrice
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