Baixar Mais Tocadas: Shot Through The Fog

Breaking winter up by shooting numbers from the clock / The cat sleeps on the atlas in alsace lorraine, dreaming long grass and birds on the wire / I have memories no deeper than this glass and some besides that stretch history twice / In a super 8 film colour haze, a scratched nostalgia that runs through my cogs – shot through the fog; time taking care of whatever i cared about