There are times and moments where we were just spent,
Calling, falling, breathing every moment like it's our last,
Giving into all those endless arguments,
The weathered weary state, the house up on the left.
But we called it, honey,
Though we fought the fight,
The failing of emotions,
Cracks under the ocean,
Till there's nothing left,
But this ghost machine to last forever.
Several years in motion and I found myself,
Standing, no more than a stranger, on the corner of 110/10,
Trying to find the reason, more than a headless argument.
But the door it fell, and the house it called,
"Just stay here for a moment longer".
But we called it, honey,
Though we fought the fight,
The failing of emotions,
Cracks under the ocean,
Till there's nothing left,
But this ghost machine to last forever.
The latest from Jessica Pratt retains the sense of mystery that characterized her previous albums, adding expansive arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2019