I stole some words from a poem by Sudara for this one. "Stretch this moment into minutes, hours, days or years" became a defining phrase in this album.

A huge thank you to desoto on this one. The bass propels the listener like riding a wave while the flute cuts your mind loose in the atmosphere.

Feeling a little New Order style roadtrip music.

that bitch artois

Originally a very different song, slowed to a dragging pace and laced with dense moans of twisted agony. There's a little bit of John MacDonald on lead guitar in the build too.