Part from Part, Parcel by weareforests

I guess this is just,
Another song,
Recounting all my thoughts.
For melodies,
They seem so wrong,
To convey all you are.
•
And the context in which I imagine,
Is a heart full of life.
And the poets could never quite capture,
'Cause they must not have seen you,
That night.
•
So take off,
Your glasses,
Lay your dress upon,
My floor.
Your makeup,
On my skin,
I am sure that I'm not really sure.
I am sorry,
You can't see me,
I don't know who I am anymore.
So take off,
Your glasses,
Lay your dress upon,
My floor. •
I guess this is just,
Another song,
Recounting all my loss.
For melodies,
They seem so wrong,
To convey all you are.
•
And the context in which I imagine,
Is a heart full of life.
And the poets could never quite capture,
'Cause they must not have seen you,
That night.
•
So take off,
Your glasses,
Lay your dress upon,
My floor.
Your makeup,
On my skin,
I am sure that I'm not really sure.
I am sorry,
You can't see me,
I don't know who I am anymore.
So take off,
Your glasses,
Lay your dress upon,
My floor.
•
So, take off,
Your glasses,
Lay your dress upon,
My floor.

• Ambient
• ambient
• bloops
• experimental-electronic
• field-recordings
• neoclassical
• Fort Collins