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KAIROS (2017)



C R E D I T S
Mary Beth Kite, vocals; Matt Kite, guitar, keyboards; Greg Strickland, bass, cello, keyboards; Chris Gorczyca, drums. Produced by TWBA. Drums recorded by Jonathan Plum at London Bridge Studio (Seattle, WA). Everything else recorded at home (Seattle and Tacoma, WA). Cover photo courtesy of Gibson Kite. Lyrics by Matt Kite. 2017 Gargantuan Records/ TWUBBA Music (ASCAP).

T R A C K   L I S T
1. Kairos
2. Winter
3. Love Falls Like Snow
4. Dream Too Much
5. Sweet Song



Kairos

woke up this morning
something different in her heart
she couldn't fake it anymore
she came apart

we all need it

she drove her car into the pool
she left a crack
she called her boss and told him,
"I ain't coming back!"

we all need it

we go to school
we go as slaves
we go to work
go to our graves

she bought a ticket
to a place she'd never been
closed her eyes and whispered,

"Remember when?"


Winter

I saw a man

standing in the trees
the winter killed him
like it's killing me

I found a hatchet
waiting by the door
the hand that weilds it
is the hand that goes to war


Love Falls Like Snow

she sees the world alive
she feels it here
one road leads all the way
and love falls like snow

trees open wide to her
light grows inside
sunrise on open hearts
and love falls like snow

what are you waiting for?

one road leads all the way
and love falls like snow

what are you waiting for?


Dream Too Much

you can't go back
this is for real

I knew this would be hard
I know you so well
I knew that someday you'd change
you'd break the spell

you think too mcuh
you want too much
you dream too much
you dream too much

I knew this could not hold
I know you too well
I knew that once you close your eyes
you're gone

you think too much
you want too mcuh
you dream too much
you dream too much

you can't go back
this is for real


Sweet Song

something about her voice
made me laugh
something about the way she
stepped on the gas

sweet-song

memory holds me down
like autumn gray
it keeps me someplace close
yet far away

sweet-song

left turn
long road
we're on our own
radio up
windows down
lost and wind-blown

sweet-song