12" Vinyl version of our latest album. Single pocket jacket with insert!
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lyrics
I felt your touch glide across the lens
Of the eye, the apparatus, of the gaze
Did you pause at the image I left
How could one ever know
I say your name just to break the silence
As you appear, the clock strikes a nerve
I am the surface for your manifest destiny
You hold me underneath your waters
Only your image is
I was the aftermath
After your lights all go away
I am what’s left
My love, when we exchange signifiers
The apparatus reloads and then fires
You are my secret kept secret from myself
If I could hear what you withdraw from saying
I felt your touch glide across the lens
By your gaze I’m composed and undone
Material for the production of difference
The machine approaches from all directions
Only your images
I was the aftermath
When the blue glow cascades away
I am what’s left