A lifetime ago 
The lightning and snow
stopped me dead in my tracks
and there was no looking back.

The moonlight burned out
and Halifax faded way back
the street spun and lit up 
and crushed me in its path.

And a piece of the sky 
Fell in two
My chest opened up 
Onto you. 

Now there's nowhere left to run, 
As the fog spills into our lungs.

They're gonna write your name 
write your name in the sky
so lift those weary eyes 
and let those corners cry. 

But my body's in pain
and my fire it won't light
but there's a bridge reachin' out 
through the hardest of rain. 

And a piece of the sky 
Fell in two
My chest opened up 
Onto you. 

Now there's nowhere left to run
As the fog spills into your lungs.

We'll go under and find treasure 
coated in the darkest cover 
They might never find us 
so we'll bring some extra flares and blankets.

We'll go under we'll go under 
we'll go under we'll go under...

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AirLands - Love And Exhale

I’ll start stitching those seams 
just under my skin 
so sure they’ll break away again  I’d lean way out over if this rail will hold
And rise up right into the cold 
Are you out there? 
Bones exposed? 
Upside the mountain. 
Your eyes are closed. 
 Are you diving off the side? 
To test you courage. 
To keep in stride? 
With those birds up high. 

And will you be my Ironwood Tree?
 I hear the sirens out loud 
there’s a fire in your soul 
You could burn us down or light up the way 

With love your heart it might sway 
But never go still 
like the leaves falling from the tree on the hill 
You feel the pressure subside in the blink of an eye 
You can see the world open up and give in  It all calls for a toast off the shores of a coast 
Where the rhythm of the waves keeps you alive 

And will you be my Ironwood Tree?


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Somewhere between widescreen melodic British rock and modern American indie-pop.

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AirLands is intimate - and then sometimes reaches for the burning sun.
There are drums, vocals, a cello, guitars, bass, and a french horn when it’s snowing. 
There are more harmonies than shred but a tiny bit of shred in a soft way. 
We call it soft shred. 
There are long notes on pads and there are synths that are nice to hear but boring to play.
I think drums are for mallets, but drummers tend to disagree. 
I like songs that are about both what a person knows and what a person doesn’t know and I’m sometimes trying to help but mainly just observing.

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