Foundry by Son of the Challenger

I remember when the dream world said
A kiss from you would feel different
Light is streaming through the trees now
I look up so I don’t freak out

Is there something about me
that mimics a foundry?

I can’t make anything solid
with my hands deep in my pockets

Somewhere out in the world, I know
There’s a woman with slow hands
She’s knitting a portrait
so I can live in it

Is there something about me
that mimics a foundry?

I can’t make anything solid
without being consciously honest
I wanna wake up with dewdrop tongues
in a garden
with our clothes off

I can’t make anything solid

I’ll be okay
I’ll be okay
I’ll find a way
to be okay

• Folk
• experiemental
• folk pop
• sleep rock
• Nashville