From the album Exit Pesce

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Lyrics

sugarcane winters
the machines hurt your fingers
every year it's something else
every year she's getting close

saltwater splinters
I dream that it enters
blueprints seen in shadows
every year it's getting close

there's a little fear in every step
every unsaid word's a secret kept away
if not tomorrow, I will tell you when I rest