It might get better, it will certainly get worse
Holster your pain and call off the search
My memories are slides… the projectors been cursed
I won't see it till you see it first
I... I'm done, being undone, yeah I'm done
Breathe in, breathe out. Now do it some more
magic mirror lies flat on the floor
My mind resigned and my senses dispersed
I won't say it till you say it first
And if you don't believe me
I will have to show you
And if you don't believe me
I promise I will show you
How I've worn down to paper and bone
I'm giving up on being alone
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022