Sleep from Offerings by TYPHOON

We can all agree it's a mixed bag for the living. Full of sorrow, full of grief. I ransacked the place for the single thought that could comfort me. Something small. Something sweet. It was once in the spring. You were on the porch—I heard you singing. From inside I sat and listened through the screen. Now it's the time. The last life raft is leaving my mind as it sinks out of sight. Would you stay for awhile—put your gnarled hands into mine? Hold me down. I feel so light 
I could just float away. Just don't let me go to sleep. So long, my sweet. Hope the next time that we meet we’ll be whole, we’ll be weightless, we’ll be free.

• Alternative
• indie
• orchestral
• singer-songwriter
• symphonic
• Portland