Like a jet plane flying through the northern lights
My navigation signs got screwed up
But here I see that beauty cannot refine
The alloys of a broken mind, or glue it up
Let this fire refine my soul
Breaking us down to gold
That will forever hold
Inquartation and parting
For a boy in want of heart and stranded
Forty miles east
Like a diver thrown to the greatest ocean depths
All directional sense has been torn up
Or a nomad searching on the arid desert plains
There's nothing left here to gain if you're gone away
Let this fire refine my soul
Breaking us down to gold
That will forever hold
Inquartation and parting
For a boy in want of heart and stranded
Forty miles east
David Bridie’s “The Wisdom Line” pairs stark, poetic lyrics with hushed, minimal instrumentation, recalling groups like Tindersticks. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2019