Oh grace,
Out of your soul and womb
All states where I was born
Oh grace,
Out of your soul and womb
All voids where I got smiles
Some places are always dressed in a lot of birds
The grace you sent will tear me up
The moment of turning green
Look at the holy grave she is in, scattering her
Good lord, I don't know how to wash my sins away
Feed me with your kiss
I've got to slip your mouth and teeth right down
Cross it out and hear me
The mother gonna steal your soul
Mesmerized poppies got the flowering sun on the hill
Good lord, I don't know how to wash my sins away
Alex Henry Foster again collaborates with Canadian-Japanese artist Momoka, who also translates the lyrics from English to Japanese. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2024