It’s been a month into 2010 and I’m still writing 09 on my fucking papers.
“Falling asleep, counting every bird. Knowing in the morning that lake’s are waiting for us. I’ve been losing my clothes on the shore. I wish her waves would bring us back those days. That we once chased away. We staggered up our street, to sand between my sheets. The ceiling quaked and the floor boards all shake underneath. And I can’t take the coming cold. I can feel it in my bones. What good is a bird if the bird can’t fly? I’m still stuck here and I don’t know why. In the evening you often like to find a tree to take some shelter in it’s shadow underneath.” —
Possibly one of the greatest bands I found in awhile. Mixing indie with screaming. They make it work and I fucking love it.
Is fucking EPIC!