Darker

Doves – Darker from Sea EP (1999) /biting alt britpop/
((“Bad snow freeze my throatand numbs my soul.Eats me whole to pick me up.Thats where you know;free to go.You call the jones.Makes me old before I’m old.Its all you love.”
Another gust throws ice and muck into his face. He blinks it off and lowers head further to his feet: sinking slowly into the ground, boots weighted by clotted dirt. Under the thick layer of crusty snow, in the sludge beneath, somehow it’s warm. Sticky and sweet the water that seeps through stitched leather and thick soppy socks. The ice and sleet burn cold, hand and skin turned numb. He plunges onward like an avalanche, plummetting breathless through the squall. If finally he finds firm ground, stumble collapse and feel it with the length of his body, and the snow drips melting on his cheeks.))