The ghost spoke only for others
Her voice unheard as the sea of souls crashed over her
Turbulent yet dry
Draining her sight, her mind
Sucking at her ability to be kind
Falling deeper into the hedonistic, empty, dark unknown
Powdered, sweet, sickly white with heavenly drone
But her fingertips started to fuzz
Her body flowered
Spring seeped into her soul
She met his eyes
Line to line
Drink to drink
Body to body
But her fingertips started to fuzz
Her body flowered
spring seeped into her soul
But her fingertips started to fuzz
Her body flowered
Spring seeped into her soul
She met his eyes
Barriers dropped and her heart filled
The monster hunting her has the chance to be killed
The ghost became a woman
Fully formed and beautiful
Strength and beauty
Words, faces, skin, all is new
She smiles for the first time
Her lips are wet
Three renditions of “Snowflakes in July” explore all aspects of the song’s stunning beauty, including a mind-blowing 17-minute live version. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 15, 2020