So the days, they get shorter
And I wish that the nights would come sooner
The days bring special angles of the sun, it's why I'm waiting...
Nothing's lost, but everything dies. Dies. Dies. In time...
So the sound of golden leaves fall
The rain lines the streets and make a bed for
All trees. They sing the most beautiful song
By a ghost that I ever heard
Treasure, the Fall
Please, Treasure the Fall
You're just a saint and that's a good thing
It is, the only season that I'm ready for
I can see the light by end of the stream
The yellow, red leaves that paint the scenery
Treasure, the Fall
Please, Treasure the Fall
The Summer's breaking
Summer's breaking us...down. DOWN!
To have one more, give up anything
The air, is a gift as it awakens me
So crisp and cool and I can't escape it
Because the ghost would not let me
I see the light by the end of the stream
The death and ghosts inside there waiting for
And they sing the most beautiful song
By a ghost that I ever heard
Treasure, the Fall
Please, Treasure the Fall
The Summer's breaking
Summer's breaking us...DOWN! DOWN!
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019