Dark of night
I’m drifting home like a moonstruck moth drifting out to sea
It’s a lot to take
And I see everything so clearly with my weary eyes
We do not get wise
I’ve stayed here too long, and now these coupons for chances are all expired
But I’ve got one thought
I used to have more, but I don’t know, I guess they fade away
Turn right at the store
The same graffiti, the same broken glass... what was I saying?
Pour me out and
I’ll blow apart like a cloud of dust spreading in the breeze
Yeah I’ve often felt
The story never was quite as good as it could’ve been
And I think I must be missing out
‘Cause all my heart’s doing is pumping blood
And all these leaves
Raining down around me
Born from soil, there I’ll return
Trailing disgrace with my mess
You wonder how it came to this
Trapped in skin, seduced by age
Spirals yearning to unwind
We will always be upstaged
Good things grow to slightly worse
I love you all
I’m sorry that it ended up like this
Throwback pop with gleaming synths, chiming guitars, solid melodic hooks, and a cinematic sense of scale from North Carolina's Rachel Kiel. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2020