Was it like standing on a dock, staring out at the cold, cold water underneath?
You know the shock is going to suck, but you're burning up and your nerves just beg for some relief.
The world is not the same as it was yesterday and it will never be again.
Now hypotheticals can happen.
And I lost sleep last night just planning how to reel you right back in, but then you cut the line. Now it's too late and it will always be too late.
A broken down van in Massachusetts and a shitty hotel room, how I am forced to picture you.
and I don't have a ton of details, but I probably could guess and I assume it would be true.
But I wonder what you're thinking of when you're alone and everything's just shit, and did your body fight against you?
Or did your muscles pull and play along until they all went limp, and did they think that it was just another hollow empty threat?
I wish that I believed your ghost exists outside this fucking song.
I wish that I believed in anything, in anything at all.
There is no knowable causality like dominoes that fall,
and I've gained nothing but the knowledge that the world's fucking awful.
I wish that I believed your ghost exists, that I could talk to it,
so second-person pronouns didn't just make me feel so damn stupid.
and your last lingering impression is the vacuum that you left, and I'll be damned if I want anything to come pound out that dent.
The gorgeous new single from this Belfast group has the bright, ringing guitars of C86 and the soft-focus vocals of shoegaze. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 15, 2022