You want to be near me,
But only to bask in the light,
An object of love for a thousand eyes.
The prophets send warnings,
A billowing omen in the sky,
Even a fool could read the signs.
I am not a lonely doll,
Nor a trophy to be won
And just because you want something,
Doesn't mean you get to be king.
Cold blood in the morning,
A filthy reminder of the night,
When my fingers touched your spine.
The prophets send warnings,
A billowing omen in the sky,
Even a fool could read the signs.
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