wandered off towards the city lights
couldn’t find the way to your house
when the night called on the road
tucked my hands behind my head
laid there watching planes come in
it’s funny what they say:
“I don’t know where it went”
let me into a finding that can bind
(I’m walking on)
let me into the quiet of the night
(I’m walking off)
I’m wandering out of the dream.
longing for my place in the scheme
let me into the quiet of the night
What am I supposed to say?
for grieving young “remember whens”
those piercing needle pins
that reach under the skin?
the peace you learn you don’t deserve
so convinced of wrath and then-
gone, gone, gone
just like we all once heard
let me into a finding that can bind
(I’m walking on)
let me into the quiet of the night
(I’m walking off)
I’m wandering out of the dream.
longing for my place in the scheme
let me in
I’m writing here, I’m watching rain
wishing it didn’t have to be this way
It’s quiet here, no passing trains
a memory folds, a lifetime grays.
It's just a banger from start to finish. Old school hardcore in the youth crew tradition. Lyrical positivity. Music that lifts you up. Keep 'em coming. wasclafton
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019