Hands up for the only wheel
spun for the last time
I motion for an early stop
it’s an internal exercise
I suffer for none
with the yearning of emotions
and the embers in everyone
I don’t flower the same
with the rounding of the corners you’ve only got yourself to blame
It’s the lacing of our water
not doing what we ought to
Brace for me to come along
grown for the season
you beckon for an early grain
I'm here for a reason
I suffer for none
with the yearning of emotions
and the embers in everyone
I don’t flower the same
with the rounding of the corners you've only got yourself to blame
It’s the lacing of our water
not doing what we ought to
You get into bed
I'm hypnotised
I shouldn't have said I suffer for this temper alone
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022