Let’s go back to the same virtua space as the song broken glass that I did with Gilt a while back: visions of a sun-oppressed, rusting second-world place.

Was nice to revisit, but also nice to leave again.

Lyrics

Do you like what I do?
Will you wade through this water with me?

If this is all that I am,
Is that enough for you?
Do I impress you?
Because I’m only…

Canals through tall tilted towers;
Fluids float us
‘longside this corrugation:
Factories rust.

Go under, I’ll pull you up;
My breath helps you breathe.
The currents coax us:

I’m only the sea