Boy & Bear

I've felt deathly ill all day, needed a cheer-me-up, so arriving home from work to find a little brown box on my doormat with this inside, was great.

I'll get to listen to it in the car tomorrow. On repeat.

"We walked it for a thousand years, with broken eyes and salted ears, complaining 'bout the weather like we ever had a choice. Through all the noise and self abuse, you waited for your fill of truth. Oh I'm terrified I'll achieve nothing at all."