3 guitar parts, my tired ass, and the wind.
Robert says it sounds like Wish Fulfillment.
Lyrics
lift your eyes,
lift your face
machine-like grace
we could meet somewhere
close to the middle
lift your hand,
lift your head
say something true instead
there's a bright thing dying that we've
authorized
and the sky's gone grey
before i've made a choice
woke up late today,
didn't hear your voice
