The Antlers

Familiars

Released June 16/17
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The Antlers

Undersea


Drift Dive

Waking up… I’m not awake.

The planet drowns in a hundred days,

Dissolving into a million pieces in a billion places.

A million pieces in a billion places.

A million pieces in a billion places.

Slow it down…

Wait it out…

“We can’t run, but we can go swimming…”

Diving in late at night,

We come together,

Dissolving into a million pieces in a billion places.

A million pieces in a billion places.

A million pieces in a billion places.


Endless Ladder

If I seem much different,

More removed,

If I seem distracted,

It’s not from you.

If I’m really here now,

In a place and time,

Does someone look just like me on another side?

If you receive a letter in two-thousand twelve,

It could be the last letter you could send to yourself.

On an endless ladder,

Climbing higher,

Climbing higher,

Crawling out…

On an endless ladder,

Climbing higher…

So I feel much different…

So confused…

So I feel refracted…

Split in twenty-two…

So I’m really here now,

In a place and time,

(Though I know I might not be on another side.)

If I receive a letter from 2017,

I would know how to read it, but not what it means.

On an endless ladder,

Climbing higher,

Climbing higher,

Crawling up…

On an endless ladder,

Climbing higher…


Crest

Wait in the dark for me.

Wait ’til you hear my feet.

Through & through, they wanna walk all over you.

Run where they can’t follow.

Wait underwater with me.

Swim ’til you’re half-asleep.

Through & through, they wanna sink and maroon you.

Float on your back,

Take me closer to truth, but much, much further.

Through & through, I’m the ocean under you.

Float on your back,

Take me closer to truth, but much, much further.

Closer to truth,

But much, much further…


Zelda

Zelda—

You asked me to wake you

If I woke up before you,

And you were still stuck inside.

I’m here to tell you, “We’re not awake yet.”

Zelda,

We live between two worlds—

A tunnel with two lights,

Pitch black in the middle.

[Like a dream’s dream (A copy’s copy)]

Zelda,

It’s just not important—

The small things we suffer,

They’re infinitesimal.

We swim in an ocean.

It swims between us.