Cleaning my room,
Cut my hand on the frame.
Being apart,
Gets simple with age.
There's pine in the breeze,
Snow in the trees-
And the lights that slept in your spine.
That I can still see.
Still fogging windows in your driveway,
Still warming shrines in crushing phase.
Still bleeding hazel out of drunken dreams.
Reshaping slowly just to fit you shape.
lyrics
Cleaning my room,
Cut my hand on the frame.
Being apart,
Gets simple with age.
There's pine in the breeze,
A scent that always kept me.
And The lights that slept in your spine.
That I can still.
Still fogging windows in your driveway,
Still warming shrines in crushing phase.
Still bleeding hazel out of drunken dreams.
Reshaping slowly just to fit you shape.
a bud put me onto this a few months back and i'm obsessed—my favourite kind of screamo. mathy, melodic, freaky, tender, and (above all) passionate. unreal release from a band i wish i could see live kai
The mix of shoegaze, punk, and noise from this Seattle band is notable for its urgency and bright, foregrounded vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 9, 2023
An introspective record that fuses post-rock, shoegaze and ambient synth patches into a seamless array of shimmering soundscapes. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 26, 2023