Tides from Ailments by Wolves & Machines

We thought we'd built our walls on stone until we felt the tide pulling us under. The sirens say I'm coming home. They say I've been gone for way too long to still hear their siren song, but it's setting in. So now we'll raise our eyes and see the mistakes we made, the guilt in leaving. And all our family histories are a mess of discontentment manifested in our contention setting in. I'm scared to leave you all behind. If you're scared that I'm sailing toward a dead end or the picture frame feels threatened; if you're scared to let me catalyze my fate, know I've found the sound and I'm moving on, and on is away. Oh, there's hesitation here, but when I set those sails and breathe that salty air I'll know that I am coming home. Maybe the voice will shut up when I'm all alone.

• Rock
• Saginaw