Owls are blessed to witness their mess, as they spin their heads around and around.
I’m blaming this on a couldn’t care less who couldn’t confess “I’m more lost and less found”.
Wolves love wool.
They swallowed the key to what locked you to me, but you just don’t see, no I don’t think you do.
I’ll give you a hint it went something like this, you’d give me a kiss, and I’d give one right back to you.
Wolves love wool.
Come up and look, at everything they took before the ground even shook, you still feel in control.
But that’s right, what’s wrong, they’re singing your song, ’cause wolves love wool.
The Australian folk-pop singer tackles deconstruction, her Christian childhood, and sexuality on her infectious sophomore album. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023