hate what we've lost but love what we find.

You know when something just resonates when you hear it. It's like that perfect frequency, that perfect melody, that perfect bass. Paper Kites.
I've liked many a bands over the years, over the past few days... this one is the basis of this post.

The band that coined "We hate what we've lost but love what we find."
Remorseful and yet hopeful. Bitter and sweet. It's divine.

Woodland


Willow Tree March


Sink In