I bet your hair feels good in fistfuls
I bet your sighs fall soft like snow
I want to permeate into your skin
And dig my nails into your soul
And all my feelings’re soft around you
And all my thoughts are sick as sin
So they can keep their age of reason
I’ll fly my kites in endless fields of your daffodils
I don’t hold fast to value systems
There’s always something that goes wrong
But every molecule of
Every bit of you
Is right where it belongs
I don’t subscribe to chains of being
I don’t buy into providence
But all my feelings’re soft around you
And I don’t need it to make sense
New album from Meg Duffy, dubbed as a personal glimpse into the artist's lush solo work. Dreamy, intimate folk-centered recordings. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 7, 2017