The Story
Ivy and a tiger on the boundary between a forest and a beach, between chasing each other and running away together. A fast wind blows making a gentle sound: a message of joy, against the delusion of not being kindred spirits. Not in this life, at least.
Mastered by Pete Maher (UK)
Language supervision by Melissa Demos
Art direction by Matteo Cugia
Lyrics
Shyest Kindred Spirit
My wooden ring has a crack
Honestly I believe in coincidence
Or do you call it chance?
I swear I don’t invade
Our kiss, that first memory with hatred
CHORUS
I wish for you a daydream
I wish you joy, show it proudly
My wooden ring has a crack
Honey it’s bleeding, you’re the evidence
A sort of vengeance
Sorry I gotta run away
I clam up, words get sharp when I feel betrayed
CHORUS
I wish for you a daydream
I wish you joy, show it proudly
For the time ahead remaining
I wish for you a boy to vow with
‘Til death tears you apart
And turns you to dust
In a reincarnation of some other life
Maybe you’ll be mine
CHORUS
…
(And to do it) use your eyes
They don’t get older
Your eyes
I remember
Your eyes
Maybe you’ll be a tiger
And I’ll be the shyest
Kindred spirit
Maybe I’ll be the shyest
And you’ll be a tiger
Hunting me, craving me, chasing me down
To the boundary where the pure ones meet
To the shore where we can finally sleep
To the boundary where the jungle turns to beach
To the shore where we’re gonna be unseen
