Behind the house there's a sunken garden
With an inscription on the fence
In loving memory of a family
Who couldn't be what we needed then
Little brother, we can walk there
We can pay our respects and debts
'Cause if you think it's cold in the house
Try being underground
Where all our Christmases are just out of reach
80, 84, 87, 90, 93
Sambuca at 7am
Folks we never knew we'd never see again
Uncles, aunts and grandparents
Wondering where those winters went and how
We'll weather what comes next
Little daughter, sit by the hearth there
Your mother's on her way downstairs
I know my focus can scatter like a snowdrift
But right now I'm right here
I'm right here
All my Christmases are just out of reach
80, 84, 87, 90, 93
Sambuca at 7am
Folks I never knew I'd never see again
Uncles, aunts and grandparents
Wondering where those winters went and how
We'll weather what comes next
Post-Worthless, Annique Monet makes solo LP of magical, psychedelic pop songs that drift in and out of consciousness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 22, 2015