I Cry by JOHNSTONSONS

Watched you work all your fingers through the earth
You grow tender, you grow first
Call my thoughts out loud:
Am I free to receive when you arrive?
What will I see, what will I find
When you sic me loose on your new life?
I've never known such pleasures grow
Dressed in gold

I cry

Depart, my soul; you rinse my fears through time
No more questions for the night
Mind-to-mind we fly
Overgrown, overthrown, eyes closed
Call my thoughts out loud:
I am free to receive you, love of mine
I've never known such pleasures grow
Dressed in gold

I cry, love of mine

• Electronic
• new wave
• posteverything
• postpunk
• Detroit