I have outwalked city lights to let the night explain
I have listened faithfully to every drop of rain
One voice I am certain beckoning from Heaven's faint road
Home
Starts shine - fly to them
Fast you'll fall and hard you'll land
Clouds glide - reach for them
But there is nothing in your hand
No voice over rooftops, beckoning me, calling me home
Quiet constellations, bones of angels over my head
Silent footsteps, falling, following me on my way down.
Child's eyes - mother's home
But that life you will never know
Tears roll - time to go
Through the narrow door that you've been shown
Once voice I am certain carried words from holy Heaven
"I have loved until I've bled and I would do it again."
No voice over rooftops, beckoning me, calling me home
Quiet constellations, bones of angels over my head
Silent footsteps, falling, following me on my way down.
Throwing softness and subtlety to the wind, Stockholm's Lowrider raze a molten, stoner-rock warpath, all fuzzy riffs and percussive grit. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020