our solstice from subtle senses by copperplate

the blue sea wavering along the road
gone is the splendor of the royal rose
although its kiss can be this cold
our time's over like a story told

let me speed onto untried ways
from a burning light and cautious day
with sympathy that fades away
i'm destined for an ideal grace

all through the noonday blue
the air's like wine, my dream's a haze
it glides our way across the land
i reach for you with open hands

the leaves have ripened to the fall
from the months that have gone before
while clouds drift slow where the winds will go
in the southern state, it's sweet and low

the air's like wine, my dream's a haze
i reach for you with open hands
the air's like wine, my dream's a haze
it glides our way across the land

• Alternative
• atmospheric
• dream pop
• ethereal
• jangle pop
• shoegaze
• Marietta