you know I’m turning into
A crow with a featherless wing
You don’t owe me anything
Cause birds don’t know what falling is
You baked my hands right into the cake
Then burst the balloons filled with helium and glitter
It’s personal to still feel ashamed of
all these presents that I didn’t get from you
Lost my feet
They’ve gone
And I can’t remember where
All my dreams will play out
And I won’t remember your name
And on the doctors questionnaire
Leave the diseases blank, I won’t share
Whether it’s common or rare that I’m
Growing a beak
I know you’re turning into
A ghost wrapped in a magnificent sheet
And I don’t owe you anything
But dirty laundry and the feathers of my wing
Lost my feet
They’ve gone
And I can’t remember where
All my dreams will play out
And I won’t remember your name
Already shaping up to be one of the best albums of 2021.
Gently chiming guitars, tight harmony vocals and solid rhythms.
Shades of Teenage Fanclub meets Sarah Records and the sunshine pop of Honeybus. Great stuff! suncharms
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