Kayo Dot The Mortality of Doves

Coffins On Io (2014) I. Every angel that drips from the faucet into the sink Tumbles down the drain And deep into the ground The choirs resound in an empty room as Angels seep into the Earth And no one noticed this coffin heaving These earthen boards thick with deceiving And it swallowed up the spirit In the mire of division As mankind looked on and Glutted itself upon derision Trampled underfoot, the seeping of the soil As mankind looked on and grumbled Ever louder with the toil Of every day and every yea