We walked up into the field
We crawled up out of the ocean
Vast machines with crudded-up gears
Blocks of granite, buzzing with motion
We walked up into the field
We carried you low in our bellies
Sometimes a day seems to tick on for years
Sometimes the sun sets early
We walked up into the field
We gathered around and around and around
Some places are graves that just haven’t been dug
Some places are churches that just haven’t been found
And we walked up into the field
We carried you high on our shoulders
Some plots were reserved from the beginning of time
Some feel a little bit older
We crawled up out of the ocean
An army of lichen and moss
To see the stone being rolled into place
Two centurions guarding the cross
And of course, we are great galaxies with spiralling arms
But some people are a little bit bigger
We walked up into the field
Somehow we carried you
We carried you
We carried you
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024