Wanted the sun to turn inside out
Wanted the wind to make me a kite
Wanted the womb that spun our web
To catch a fly, eat that instead
Wanted the phone to not hold your voice
To keep playin' baseball with the neighborhood boys
Ahhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhh
Wanted the letters to step off the page
The dusty stamps curling at your offbeat rage
Wanted and wished for a way with words
To erase the paint from you lustrous fur
Wanted the story to keep being told
Our ears pricked up candles, burning and bold
Wanted the wind to make me a kite
Your face at the window
My arms finally letting go
Culled from unreleased recordings from her recent "Light Sleep" and "Voice Hardcore" releases, Hiromi Moritani's latest showcases the softer, less harrowing side of Phew’s sound Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 2, 2020