Includes unlimited streaming of The Still Life
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Sleeping at the oldest house we've known. I swear to God that night we were the keepers of the throne. My head hung loose inside an empty frame and when I cracked my eyes I swear to God yours looked the same. My bony hands are loose and yours to claim.
But there are too many ways to blow this town away, let's ditch these crowded graves. What do you say?
Maybe we are too young for two dead bodies to redefine the meaning of show and tell.
My fingernails are just like yours and these worms aren't half worth waiting for. Dig until you can't dig anymore.
There's too many ways to blow this town away, let's ditch these crowded graves. What do you say?