You can count your comfortable days
and time spent rolling on the floor.
Down on the floor.
There's no reason to grow old anymore.
You can feel the end of the day
and night comes in, evening the score.
Opening the door.
There's no feeling but fear and fatigue anymore.
From what fear or fears do you hide or heed, you silly world?
Look at myself deep and spread my own blood all over your door.
I won't come anymore.
Your sermon and speech,
a creep and two little whores.
Having women and speed around yourself,
24.
I cut myself deep and where there was blood is now just a sore.
Finding the lord.
There's a reason to grow old, little girl.
credits
from Buoyant Spirit,
released February 1, 2016
Zach Alderman - drums
Chase Harris - guitar
Brett Taylor - programming, keyboards, bass synth, vocals
Classical instrumentation mixed with emotionally direct art-pop songwriting and sensibilities—unique, lush, warm, and complex. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 30, 2019