smile at me when you stick in the knife

Today's rediscovered record:

Just Like Blood by Tom McRae


The days were slow as the sun gently wormed its way into all her senses,
the rocks under her pale feet humming with the quiet harmony of her steps,
the asphalt burning away any doubt that this was the way she was always meant to be.
There was nowhere to go and nothing to be and the summer forgave everything.