Organic leaves drift by my window
Fallen beings of flesh and blood
I feel your lips, the human kisses
The fragile one I used to hold
Since they threw me out the days grow long
But I still sing your human song
And I miss you most of all, my darling
When human beings start to call
Organic leaves start to fall
A new, experimental collection from Buried Treasure, a UK label known for archived electronic, jazz, psych, folk & library sounds. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2017