ALMOST PURE

These flowers have no scent or color

of the hours we once spent in one another   

as we fade and each day is darker than before

and our love is just petals and salt on the floor

it's almost -

almost pure  

almost

I've been sleeping underwater in dreams of sand

I would drown in your arms a better man

and if I crawl back to you once more

will the waves break me down and rip me from your shore?

we're almost -

almost pure  

almost

All of the beautiful words that we said

the sickness and the cure

the fire, the laughter, an unkept bed

will just be what we were

almost pure -

almost

(Seibold/ Ciravolo) ©2019

Steven Seibold: voices, synth

Michael Ciravolo: guitars, bass, textures

Michael Rozon: bass, synth, drum programming

Dirk Doucette: drums

Recorded, Mixed and Produced by Michael Rozon

additional recording by Steven Seibold