…and the fabrics we're made of will come to their end.
The numbers within us will softly descend.
Littlebones, don't wake now it's early.
Now we've gathered all the rain,
We'll return it to the sea.
Older, not sober, the patterns emerged.
They leaned in and kissed me, left to submerge.
Littlebones, don't wake up it's early.
The shadows are sweeping up the streets,
Sleep now, Littlebones.
Rarities from the 15-year career of the U.K. group who've melded pop, folk, electronica, and prog into their own signature brew. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2019