Flanks of buildings, cement shoulders
Crack and freckle as it comes.
Lucent gilding to our windows
And I witness bridges wake.
Could I wail back to that distance?
Filled foundations want your hand.
Vivid landings carry over.
Colors run, we understand.
But we'll be here, once ascended,
Almost touching where we stand.
We've got all this in the meantime.
from Your Last Home,
released June 9, 2017
music and lyrics by noll griffin
acoustic guitar and electric guitar: noll griffin