If I open the window, open the door
Let the smoke blow in freely
And then sink into the floor
The scent of the outside world
Is blowing over
Yes it's blowing over
In a moment of turning
When we look up and away
See the stars get into character
Relax and watch the play
The Earth tilts toward you now
And I'm rolling over
Yes I'm rolling over
Hot moon
Shining down tonight
No electronic sound or sight
Because I want to see your face
In the natural light
With a handful of lightning
Given to us to adore
We can sit by the window
And fall asleep on the floor
The Earth tilts toward you now
And I'm rolling over
Yes I'm rolling over
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020