Thought I knew my place and time, and where the lines were drawn.
Then I saw you across a gilded room, the world went upside down.
Nothing they said makes sense anymore, when I hear you whisper -
Someday, there’ll be a place for us,
Somewhere they’ll never find us,
We’ll float in pools of moonlight,
The river will surround us,
Taking us so very far from here.
Time ends, light bends ‘round the curves, the curves of your face
Don’t breath, can’t let them know I’m here, can’t let them find our place.
Your eyes, black as the dangerous night, clear as autumn rain.
Someday, there’ll be a place for us,
Somewhere they’ll never reach us,
We’ll walk the fields in sunshine,
Our children racing before us,
A place where we can grow old,
And never be apart.
Post-Worthless, Annique Monet makes solo LP of magical, psychedelic pop songs that drift in and out of consciousness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 22, 2015
With their blend of playfulness and graduate-level instrumentation, Dorcha deftly prove that improvisational zeal and conservatory-level precision aren't mutually exclusive. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 16, 2020