My inner ground's refined
By signals from the stars
My vision's finally free
I know I want it to be
So now I'm guarding my own
Stream of mental wires, but I
I'm only chasing memories of cleaner skies
Of distant times
Close enough to cross'em with my viral eyes
Of distant times
I'm only chasing memories of cleaner skies
Of distant times
Close enough to cross'em with my viral eyes
Then align to collide
My outer orbit is filled
By fragments of pulsars
My spectrum's finally clear
Enfolded, accurate sphere
As I'm discharging the last
Piece of negative spiral, but I
I'm only chasing memories of cleaner skies
Of distant times
Close enough to cross'em with my viral eyes
Of distant times
I'm only chasing memories of cleaner skies
Of distant times
Close enough to cross'em with my viral eyes
Then align to collide
Increasing frequencies
From miles and miles approaching me
My celestial home
Increasing sequences
From miles and miles arousing me
My celestial home
I'm only chasing memories of cleaner skies
Of distant times
Close enough to cross'em with my viral eyes
Of distant times
I'm only chasing memories of cleaner skies
Of distant times
Close enough to cross'em with my viral eyes
Then align to collide
This New Zealand group have a sweet glaze and an underlying toothiness that would have fit right in on mid-’90s alt-rock radio. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2019