You are the one lost at the seams of another.
Can't feel, slow down this train of thought.
Gives me the feeling that it's being held under,
And so I brave a chance at new.
Because, it seems lately I've been thinking
That all I see are whites against a grey background,
With lights to trick my brain to think that there's more depth
To this space of thought that I've been sinking in.
You are the one lost at the seams of another.
Can't feel, slow down this train of thought.
Gives me the feeling that it's being held under,
And so I brave a chance at new.
But I can't figure you out. What is it that you see in me?
Inside my bones?
I'm sure that I'm unsure of where to go.
Because, it seems lately I've been thinking
That all I see are whites against a grey background,
With lights to trick my brain to think that there's more depth
To this space of thought that I've been sinking in.
I can't seem to see you and me.
Where do I go when this road ends?
Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2016