Nineteen Below (ft. Alanna Bach)

Classic ethereal trip-hop journey a la Portishead. This track is suitable for a number of placements including film.

Music - Michael A. Michalski and Alanna Bach
Lyrics - Alanna Bach

The juts and divets of your face
Haunt and cloud my vision
I'll peel them off, I have to erase
With bitter, numb precision

I stoked and fed the chilled desire
But solely my soul's on fire
Our splitting minds, growing mold
Sprout the posion darts you throw
The gauge I fixed on your heart froze,
And never rose, at nineteen below

Melt from my memory, I cannot be
Between muted answers you keep swallowed
Your severed phrases concave me
Until there's nothing left to be hollowed

I stoked and fed the chilled desire
But only, only my soul's on fire
Our splitting minds, growing cold
Sprout the posion darts you throw
The gauge I fixed on your heart froze,
And never rose, at nineteen below

But when the frost bites, I don't drift to sleep and die
It spikes my sense, to keep awake
Under blue, cuts out the mess
Lights up the ice cave in your chest
To think: that's where my head would rest..

Pounding echoes of your words
Their meanings no longer blurred
Shivers from your fingers' ghosts
Whisper "we were always lost"

I stoked and fed the chilled desire
But only, only my soul flames and fires
Two minds split by one too cold,
It forms the posion darts that you throw
At my heart- it iced, and couldn't thrive, at nineteen below