I speak to you through the chairs that move by themselves. You cry yourself to sleep. Do the hairs on your neck stand up when I'm close to you? I refuse to pass on. These walls I walk through. A widow at 33 now. The dead they beckon me. This light calls me. Endless pity for me now.
It's been 6 years and your starting to forget the sound of my head when it hit the cold concrete.
You moved on. In the spring light of dawn. The vows were made now my love lost. I'll sulk and watch, wallow and sob. There's no love for a dead man who hasn't moved on. It's sad and true my love wasn't meant for you. The car, the crash our future laid to rest. To rest, to rest, to rest.
supported by 8 fans who also own “The One in the Walls”
The real Speed of Sound in Seawater is fast... relatively. This album is the same in that it goes by too fast and you are already putting it on repeat again. :p jason hankins
supported by 7 fans who also own “The One in the Walls”
I like to pretend I have a really talented friend who recorded this album as a gift. That's what it feels like; a gift from a stupidly close friend. sherryking
Rising UK trio FES balance math rock's instrumental mischief with pop punk's anthemic sweetness for a distinctive, endearing sound. Bandcamp New & Notable May 4, 2022