a group of home recording musicians, recording for fun
Lyrics
What glorious gift of unresolve
Broken crumbs from heaven
But heaven, all the same
I wonder,
does one starve it, feed it?
Or is it fed, all alone?
What is this gift
That is water to life
Then often stormy
But even the calm sea
Rolls and threatens to break
What is this current
electric and free
Like the wind carrying
Blowing in all directions
Making us reach
Forever to find
