From Some Time Ago

So long ago in fact, that I hadn't even bought my new camera yet. 

I don't normally share music (I don't know if I have before actually), but for some reason I feel like this song deserves sharing.

...
The thunder plays it’s drum
The air is heavy with the smell of storms
And I sit beside my brother and I feel him shake
As he laughs himself right back to sleep
And I’m laughin’ with him

But I smell their blood
My finger’s trace their faces in the wood
I hear their voices somewhere in my bones
I feel them sing along when I’m alone
When I’m not too frightened that is when I know

That I’m here with everyone
They’re never truly gone
I know it’s everyone
And I hear their songs
Oh, I’m lost with everyone
...
— The Crooked Kind by Radical Face