N 43° 59' 38.927" W 71° 23' 45.27'' Songtext
von The Hotelier

We sit and we talk, not of much but
of little. I see the moon, the moon sees me.
I would smile but it would be meaningless.
I wouldn′t want it to be.
But in the landscape of tilted heads
While the sky sheds
Skin on my body I feel
My voice quiet to a halt, and this is where I am.


You in the light feels new/woken
Woven deep until the boots
Touch dryness against the fallen limb of oaken.
This place speaks. It says many things
Of nothing, makes
No demands, and offers
No salvation.
Only repeats what you say in
A way you've never heard it.
An echo off the far wall.
A reflection of your face.
I see the moon.
The moon sees me.
That′s enough.