In Front Of Me

The clouds collapse around us
Is this land or sea?
In chains, the angels thrash about
Struggling to break free
As we brace against oblivion
Don't let go of me

Red sky in the morning
Heaven's forgone subtlety
But the thunderclouds become you
Like a violent honesty
As the ground swells up below us
Don't let go of me

I can hear you
Breathing over
Screaming skies
I close my eyes and see
All that's in front of me

There's acid in the rainfall
I can taste it on your skin
Which has cleft beneath my fingers
A topography of sin
Don't pray for peaceful travel
Let the odyssey begin

I can hear you
Breathing over
Screaming skies
I close my eyes and see
All that's in front of me

Lyrics by Nat Hornyak
Music by Nat Hornyak and Jared Hirst

In Front of Me

The War Yaks bring catchy hooks, soulful vocals, and a generous dollop of saxophone to a new vision of what modern prog can be, with an electic blend of genres and influences and thoughtful, introspective lyrics. Fans of Steven Wilson, Thank You Scientist, Haken, Leprous, and Opeth may find something to love among The War Yaks' oeuvre.