These boundaries are killing me
Take them down if only for the night
The warmth consumes me
Your silhouette set before the dim orange lights
Just lie and rest, detached from the noise
This one dark and quiet place, surrounded by chaos
Stare at the sky, count the planes
Confuse them with those few stars that shine through
Even this late, the heat leaves us drenched
But move closer, and don't you dare release this sweaty hand
A thousand feet will tread this grass
A thousand eyes will know this night
But this place will always be yours.
Yours.
Stare at the sky
Count the planes
Confuse them with those few stars that shine through.
Self-described "power goth" band from Colorado goes maximalist with a strident album inspired by ’90s pop punk, emo, and alternative. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2023