Softly and sweetly… you’ve brought me to my knees
Laying still at your window… fluttering eyes and touching feet
Playlist upon playlist I’ve heard them a thousand times
Somehow in this moment I hear them in a different light
I get a little nervous when I hear the creaking floor
I know we aren’t alone but it doesn’t matter anymore
And tomorrow I know it’s different when we pass at the door
And my heart still jumps though it’s torn
Give me an answer he said
I never meant to make you sorry though I have
And these bright city lights still remind me of the night
Your hesitating hands… brushed up to mine
I’m afraid to let the world hear my songs…
To sing them aloud and to be heard wrong
So when I hesitate please know it’s not your fault,
It’s just a wall I’ve built up strong and tall
And my total lack of tact has worn me to my core
Ashes upon ashes… a thousand cups on my porch
And my ignorance has swept across my paling heart
Adorned with a thousand fixtures to be there… forever more
Give me an answer he said
I never meant to make you sorry though I have
And these bright city lights still remind me of the night
Your hesitating hands… brushed up to mine
I’m at your window and on your front porch
In your bedroom on the floor
I’m an island and I’m still and silent
I never meant to bring you here
Occult psych-folk in the '70s U.K. tradition that further affirms the historical link between Appalachian and British folk songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2019