And the only thing that I know Is that I don't know anything As the last few weeks will show Is that the glory days are far behind me I find myself losing my balance Because it hurts to hold on Always looking back Always trying to find That picture perfect moment where everything started to change
There's a thought There's a line Sinking in between the gaps in my brain How does every chance and every second pass me by without a trace? Here we go again trying to organise the future When every plan that I suggest just doesn't really seem to suit you I've painted these nostalgic stained walls With a darker shade of pain
And brush that's way too small I look down upon my wrist A reminder of the instance I made a promise to myself To always keep my head up And we've come this far But I'm scared of what's to come And the long road ahead Will be the final test of strength
Epitaph Records will be matching all pre-orders of “Always Foreign” with a donation to The Immigrant Defense Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2017
Grab your copy here of their second album, in all its epic, atmospheric, indie glory - before it's available anywhere else. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2015