(Verse 1)
I've got a brand new pair of keys
And two ears that have grown so old
You're never further from home, than when you're home
And every cigarette I've smoked is a lie
And the cancer that's inside
Is a burden born of feeling
But the demon that resides
Keeps me alive
(Chorus 1)
So we wrapped up our moments in winter clothes
And only blood on your hands can give me away
Give me away
(Verse 2)
And I'm the drive by thinking type
With a tongue that has grown so weak
When my words destroy themselves, what's become of me
And all the stripes didn't mean a thing
In my self-fulfilling dream
Oh I know that I must speak it
But as simple as it seems
It pulls the seams
(Chorus 2)
On the moments I wrapped up in winter clothes
And all the blood on your hands, oh it gives me away
gives me away
In songs that swing from giant and anthemic to distortion-caked and widescreen, Lightning Cult conjure galaxies of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2022