Crooked miles
Coded correspondence
Set the table, for the seances
You know the words that went unread
You heard the things that I never said
Stack up the losses in the dead letter office
Reach down, lift me with your phantom limb
Closer still, dimly shine on my window sill
Fading out, no more time to kill
Words on wings, with blackened quills
Stack up the losses, in the dead letter office
It's difficult (near to impossible) to name a favorite song as the whole album is insanely good. With Dog Years, The Great Sabatini deliver a masterpiece in their own genre (is there a similar band? Please tell me!), every song a complete blast on it's own - yes, even Akela. Goldsaftbube