I'm talking to empty halls
My voice bounces off the walls
I can't find the words
Just scribbles on the paper
Like the faces of these strangers
I'm having vertigo
I'm seeing scenes outside my window
I'm seeing ghosts
They come in and out like I'm a revolving door
I've got my back against the wall
I've spilled my guts out on the floor
I'm eager to leave, walking in circles impatiently
My conscience is overheating
I wish you'd stay but your presence is fleeting
I doubt anyone can help at all
Epitaph Records will be matching all pre-orders of “Always Foreign” with a donation to The Immigrant Defense Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2017
Grab your copy here of their second album, in all its epic, atmospheric, indie glory - before it's available anywhere else. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2015