I can’t hold your hand
I can’t take the stage
In my mind we’re dancing
See us masquerading
In the dead of the night
You are my guiding light
Took down every word
Swallowed notes to memory
I thought I’d get my own back
Thought that I might fight back
Felt them take my air
But they did not starve me
It only got me higher
Only got us further away
In the dead of the night
You are my guiding light
Stay awhile and I'll try
My hardest not to lie
Witness within me a fire
I am exploding with rage
Bursting right out of the seams
To be somebody else
Tell me, what is this desire
I never knew I could feel?
Stronger than concrete but vulnerable
All at that the same time
London in July
You have left a scar
In my mind we’re dancing
See us masquerading
A nostalgic record full of ambling rhythms, vivid imagery, and cotton-soft melodies tapped out on an ever-present ’70s synth-organ hybrid. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 11, 2021
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