acoustic
folk
gothic
goth
ethereal
dark
celtic
pittsburgh
between the waters
Lyrics
The sound of dust, the sound of satellites the sound of solace
The smell of stone, the smell of clocks the smell of regret
The taste of gravity, the taste of knives the taste of ecstasy
The sense and contact, the sense and contact to navigate
The smell of time, the smell of bridges the smell of apathy
The taste of fire, the taste of streetlights the taste of sufffering
The sound of snow, the sound of books the sound of enmity
The sense and contact, the sense and contact to navigate
Where can it begin, already lost to time
Over at the start, the future never far behind
The taste of space, the taste of circuitry the taste of heartbreak
The smell of water, the smell of history the smell of beauty
The sound of smoke, the sound of monuments the sound of empathy
The sense and contact, the sense and contact to navigate
The sense of clouds, the sense of houses, the sense of love, the sense of forests
the sense of cars, the sense of sorrow, the sense of light, the sense of story
the sense of passion, the sense of air, the sense of engines, the sense of envy
the sense and contact, the sense and contact, the sense and contact, to navigate.