The Memory Cloud - Isidore, Steve Kilbey

More about the black years in the wilderness

A child migrates around glacial moonscapes

Driven by success

Certain alpine madness

Transmitted through the meat

A brutal rival’s feet

The shattered blizzard forest conceals more than you’ve even dreamed

Against our premonitions

We hide among the wintergreen

The tiny little flints produce tiny little sparks

In the wolverine dark

We come from the frozen summer

Sons of the chosen moments

And if I should fill the vacuum

We cannot leave, we must remain

Against the hopelessness and pain

To plant the seed to start again

Pressure in the system

Overloads abundancy

Waiting in the nightlight

Diminishing necessity

Back into the chills

Back into the seas

Or anywhere they please

We come from the frozen summer

Sons of the chosen moments

And if I should fill the vacuum

We cannot leave, we must remain

Against the hopelessness and pain

To plant the seed to start again

And if I should fill the vacuum

We cannot leave, we must remain

Against the hopelessness and pain

On this fragile mortal plane

Surely run against the stream

To plant the seed to start again