this jacket is making me sweat,
though when I take it off it's hard to breathe.
killing my time as a cigarette.
talking's no different, can't make no sense at all;
talking's at a difference, I make up words,
to keep my head on top,
before catching ourselves speaking through walls.
oh yeah, speaking through the walls.
my toes are numb and my fingers swollen,
throat's dried out from swallowing plastic.
it's getting deeper than me,
it's getting deep in my skin.
oh yeah, deep in my skin.
my toes are numb and my fingers swollen,
throat's dried out from swallowing plastic.
it's getting deeper in my skin,
retrieving all the splinters that lie within my additions off,
I've taken too much medication in my skin.
oh yeah, deep in my skin.
why you hard to reach?
not a soul set out to sea
'cept you sailin' as a ship
at the bottom of my bottle.
and there's nothing I can do
to get closer, oh yeah.
why you hard to reach?
not a soul set out to sea
'cept you sailin' as a ship
at the bottom of my bottle.
Radiant bossa nova melodies overlap with nature sounds and muted electronic percussion on the Brazilian singer-songwriter's "solar album." Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2023