Your clothes on my floor
Your skin on my skin
Words whispered eye locked to eye
Tangled, intertwined
Don't remind me of the rooms in candlelight
Don't remind me how we fit, your hand in mine
Don't remind me how these nights won't last for long
And by the morning's light of dawn, November you'll be gone
Lock the door, ignore the day
Lost among the sheets where we lay
Your fingers slip from my grasp
Like sand through an hourglass
Don't remind me that it all ain't permanent
Don't remind me that the words you said, you meant
Or how I'd give all that I own to halt the sun
For by the morning's light of dawn, November you'll be gone
Don't remind me that you'll go
Three more words before you leave
Go on, say them back to me
Please
Don't remind me of the nights in candlelight
Don't remind me how we fit, your lips to mine
Don't remind me how you'll go, won't stay
Won't let me come with, I would
Don't leave me here without you
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023