Spoon knife in bed
It's the last time to be so cold ice cold
Snows gone red
It's the last time to be so cold so froze
Finally you sleep suddenly then your cold
backwoods banjos and guitars, horns and strings, vocals soft and also screeching, melancholy mashed up circus music, screwy odd number time signatures, eno-ish instrumental stylings, chamber folk with jazz undertones, piled high with plush pillows and extra slow tempos that often seem to imply and lead into surreal deeply colorful dreamscapes