You can keep the truth sealed up and hidden
The lines are getting hard to tell
A vine is climbing up on heavens ladder
It's buried at the gates of hell
Your words can punch a hole
Through paper buildings
Your voice is like a ringing bell
Any trace of doubt
Will lead
You down the narrow path
Such a narrow path
Down the drain
So share that blame
Everything that matters doesn't matter
It's heavier than falling rain
A wish that doesn't last
Can keep you guessing
Guessing 'til the end of days
Painting on a canvas made of dark leaves
Will leave you with the mess you made
Any trace of doubt
Will lead
You down the narrow path
Such a narrow path
Down the drain
So share that blame
Walking through the exit
Calmer than a storm
Surely there's an answer
But hope will never tell
No place left to hide in
Buried underground
There's a home you're begging after
But I don't want to know
Peter melds a variety of influences, from early love of The Beatles to Elliott Smith, into a sound all of his own. New album Mountain of sleep is slowly making its way onto bandcamp..track by track!
