Gloved from Flesh World by tafony

But it fits like a glove, like it was always meant to be,
I feel the sand slipping away, like my grip don't belong to me.

nothing exists in a vacuum, not you or I, or our choices consumed,
not rumination, moments of respite
nothing assumed.

But it fits like a glove, like it was always meant to be,
I feel the sand slipping away, like my grip don't belong to me.

What the hell Is water anyway? identity never ready made,
Ask myself how a year or two could fold half a decade.

But it fits like a glove, like it was always meant to be,
I feel the sand slipping away, like my grip don't belong to me.

it’s funny to look back in a false light,
to see the way we knew we weren’t even then.
but still aspired to be without sight,
even if it’s too late now to care when.

But it fits like a glove, like it was always meant to be,
I feel the sand slipping away, like my grip don't belong to me.

• Electronic
• Hardcore Techno
• hardcore dance
• Vancouver