Johnny Powell and the Seasonal Beasts


Knowing

my friend

i meet you in a strange, familiar place

 

in silence

your voice is still so loud, it's pouring out

 

is the knowing enough?

when all the real words get stuck

 

you're silver

i see my self in you, and bow my head

 

like diamond

the corners of your mouth, towards the light

 

is the knowing enough?

when all the real words get stuck