Radio Bonobo - Matt Elliott - Dust Flesh and Bones - Live in the Grotto

Some things are so dark that woe betide the light that shines on them I swear to god I thought it was a sign This shallow grave recedes with every darkened patch of sky The withered, wearied features start resembling mine And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you It’s hard to know which of the voices that you hear Are your own Some things scar your heart so deeply that a howl is not enough To adequately purge the s