You are a prayer with two
Hands to guide me through this night
Where I am a broken heart
you are the light of the new dawn
To stand beside me when I know
That I'm already gone
Past recall of my memories
I am nothing at all but an empty dream
You think you regard yourself
With some sorta specialty
Needle in the hay from all
The things that make sense to me
From all the artists
Where an imitator makes his way
Not that you regarded them
At all for what they had to say
You laid out a path for me to backtrack
Skip straight to the point all matter of fact
I was a sounding-board
For everything you had to say
Here to assimilate some
Off hand joke you'd throw my way
And it's true that I
Could never face reality
Where you are a gem
I am only a dependency
Night turned to day
All the chords into one
Still changing place
In a contradiction
The fantastic indie folk songs on the latest from Gold Dust are slathered in gallons of echo, making them feel titanic and 200 feet tall. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 6, 2022