Gray Young – Firmament

Gray Young – Firmament

You know this record. It’s written in you.

On some autumn day when the sun sets red and mournful and the moon keeps her shape, the same place that she’s held forever, it seems. Pocked and lonely. Full of young American dreams, Russian adventure. The hopes of countless gap-toothed boys in sweater vests and their blonde swan princess.

And you remember your first kiss. Shaking. Awkward. Thin. But that’s not right. You were looking for something different. Something better. Something forgotten among all the years and lovers you’ve known and disregarded with a heavy heart and the tepid knowledge that some things aren’t meant to be.
It’s out there somewhere. Perfect. Crushing you each time it rises, screaming from the embers. In different arms. Fresh tongues and lips not yet stained by your history.

The endless kiss.