Ready for a call
Blue light in your footprints
Walking so politely
Take a trip to the lake
Try and reach the ocean
You won't look at my crooked neck
You only look at the sky
You can't touch my golden hands
You can only watch as I drown myself again
A city underground, lit by the insects
Drowned in shadows, submerged in the ocean
Sneaking home at the end of the night
Leaving trails of ice
Take it from the ground, put it all in a bottle
Bottle was written by Foster Hudson & Gus Green & Cameron Winter.
Bottle was produced by Geese.
We recorded this one at 2:00 am with no soundproofing, so this is our quietest track. I pretty much only had the main dueling guitar part when I came in; the rest of the song was dreamt up while we were learning / recording it. Dan Carey, who mixed the record, added his famous swarmatron to fill it...