It's about a dream I had, with reference to a trip I made to South America.
lyrics
I saw your rise/eyes before the sun came up
Our skin was splayed across the chair
It's gravity that we possess
A refrigerator door, a billion bees
I woke a new morning
But the moon is still hanging there
The sun's running late, the sky sent the rain instead
So I now bury my head
How fascinating it all to be
9 months ago I was sailing free
I was flirting with the stars
I was sweating out of fear and equatorial gusts
9 months later I am totally engulfed
Wholly wrapped in sheets
I can already smell the snow
credits
from Hibernating Season,
released March 8, 2011
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