Turn of my head
I won’t be moving any time soon
I lack the vital pieces to follow through
I’ve found a maze in an empty room
I’ve been detuned
Thumbing through all the possibilities
While I’d rather turn of my head and sleep
And I’ve had no luck in counting sheep
Just the things I’ve buried inside of me
Toss and turn
Tearin up my sheets
Losing sleep over crooked teeth
Cos I get so caught up on the smallest details
Can anyone explain to me
All these words and what they mean cos I get so caught up on the smallest details
Cool breeze, take me far away from here
Dissolving light, always so sincere
I won’t be moving any time soon
I’ve been shut down I’ve been detuned
I won’t be moving any time soon
So turn off my head
I wanna die on a mountain next to the sea
Salty air among the pines set my spirit free
Decomposing under fresher soils than I have in me
What a shame, what a shame
It should be comforting
Instead it smothers me
Now my stomachs week
Shove it down, flush it out
Of my system breathe
All to heavily, I’m on pause
Now you’re calling me
Cos you’re dying to leave
This house, it’s walls, and the fever dream
Where the boards in the floor
Are swallowing you whole
Turn off my head
Toss and turn tear up my sheets
Lose some sleep over crooked teeth
I’m so caught up on the smallest details
Three renditions of “Snowflakes in July” explore all aspects of the song’s stunning beauty, including a mind-blowing 17-minute live version. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 15, 2020