Oh the snow comes down around my feet
There is a quiet here
Always, all the silence is golden
No other world can take it
No others built to face it
Able, framed well and traceless
The seasons, a reflection
Oh the bloom of jasmine in the air
There is a waking here
Always, all the colors are glowing
No other land could holds its mite
No others built to witness why
It’s opening, known for saving
The seasons, a reflection
The seasons, a reflection
Oh the waves that crash upon the shores
There is a knowing here
Always, all the waters are calling
None who ask could hear its whys
No one can swim its great divide
It’s keeping all my secrets
On the gorgeously unsettling new record from Ariahindream, haunting vocal melodies drift through dark, swirling clouds of electronics. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 29, 2023