Psithurism from Slow Country by Conor Lynch

im not ready for today
i wish that it would go away
im not ready for today

im not ready for tonight
so please don’t put out that light
im not ready for tonight

will i be ready for the end
in the distance or hid just around the bend
will i be ready for the end
toward it i wend

psithurism (x3)

i saw it breathing in the leaves
in the shadows where the clearing meets the trees
i saw it breathing in the leaves

watch the waves move through the grass
white ribbons over green and golden glass
watch the waves move through the grass
repose at last

psithurism (x4)

premonitions of my death
i’ve seen when and where i’ll take my last few breaths
premonitions of where I’ll be laid to rest

i hear it whispering my name
the hot breeze rips across the endless distant plains
i hear it whispering my name
return from where you came

psithurism (x6)

• Alternative
• bedroom-pop
• indie rock
• lo-fi
• Leeds