Long since winter now and almost winter again
We go to scatter Aunt Annie’s ashes on the Sandia Crest
Scared for holidays and the way the present colors the past
I hope someday to love Christmas and believe in magic again
Believe in magic again, drifting like white flakes in the wind
Will I gaze to the sky on a cold winter night and wonder
Running down the stairs, the lights around the bend
I can remember Aunt Annie’s atlas and the world as it was then
The last time I heard her voice before she lost her soul
Oh goodbye to the swirling sky swallowed by the stars
Oh wonder are we truly gone when we go?
I think it's difficult to write songs about something other than romantic love, and still be able to communicate the intensity with which those feelings can hit a person. Some of the entries on this album are fantastic examples of this niche. dani_bloop
I saw Indigo live, it was a beautiful and very awesome experience. This album is very comforting for me and I love singing along. Glad this album exists. b1rbbbbb
Toronto rivals San Francisco as the North American capital of jangle pop as evidenced by this new record of sunny jams from the Motorists. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024