days well spent in our home..
you sing in my ear:
"death takes it all".
words fall apart.
can't hear, you're an avalanche.
it should feel better than this,
but we're stuck in endless parallax.
(old reminders, deserted homes.
i'm desperately choking on words.
- a living ghost. framed scenery.)
sleeping for whole life
escaping it,
things i tried to reach
took the best of me.
days well spent in our home..
you sing in my ear:
"death takes it all".
words fall apart.
can't hear, you're an avalanche.
days when you were stronger ceased to exist
it's just another timeline, continuously fixed,
it's just another body wailing in the grey of your old backyard
and the thought of you had gone.
(and you fell down).
building same old houses, reading same old books,
can't seem to find the letters written for someone
who looks just like you, but with an empty face -
always moving downwards, always falling down.
(and you fell down).
supported by 8 fans who also own “homes destroyed”
i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth