Amira flashes her eyelids, flames in the darkness, send summer lightning, giving me signs. We spend time, spinning in crossroads, breaking through windows, painting a good friend of mine. Far away, on our own. Drifting through the dawn. Amira, rivers within us, rivers surround us, rivers that join us, rivers that bind. We spend time, planets below us, our himmelskibet, now that we’re sailing through skies. We can share the same secret, dreams of light-blue lightning. A beacon, lit by ghosts of givers, spectres, to lead us down their rivers, unwind in distance for all time.
from Summer Lightning EP
released October 21, 2014
Recorded by Mark Miller - Wheresville Studios, Spartanburg, SC.
Mixed by Derek Garten - Prime Studios, Nashville, TN.
Mastered by Joe Palmaccio - The Place...for Mastering, Nashville, TN.
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