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• Artiste: Ketch Harbour Wolves
• Titre: Anachronisms
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To this house of broken stone A timeless wind has brought me home. A broken frame for shattered glass The curtains billow in the long grass. This room is cold but you're colder still In that picture, face down on the window sill. All that once was close Now seems strange. The only permanence is change. We're distant points on a broken timeline - Anachronisms out of reach with each of our times. November wind brought December snow. The creeping vines turned to woven stone. I lit a fire on the kitchen floor, Watched the world wake up through the swinging door. Had a vision of you at the end of time Burning all the newspapers you could find. You said, this will be one day That history won't change. We're distant points on a broken timeline - Anachronisms out of reach with each of our times.