If you have ever found yourself a guest in a large house wandering around in the dark running your hands and fingers against unknown walls searching for a light switch, tip toe-ing gently in the wee morning hours half asleep, a little lost, a little uncertain, still dreaming, half smiling, eyes half open listening to the creaks of the house while ice cubes are buckling in a far off fridge and trees rustle against window panes and as you wander you to stop to contemplate if Alfred Hitchcock was working the soundtrack to your life what album would he track for this sequence? The Antlers Burst Apart? That will do the trick…

Tiptoe

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I Don’t Want Love

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Posted by ryanwcox

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