summer s blood breaks the winter s composure i m in love with your daughters i m in love with your sons and a flush of rain floods the banks of all reason turns your memory golden and it hides how it was in the ordinary light you know how sometimes you re so tired of the country you could run to the ocean and surrender your life but in the same breath a light burns through your dreaming and blows holes in the ceiling till there s nothing but sky run out like a ribbon unreeling head down and careering colors drained from your life but listen just the sound of your breathing blows the cover of silence blows the cover of lies with incendiary light you know how sometimes you re so tired of the country its poptones and its pale kings and its fences like knives but in the same breath your heart breaks with the feeling with love and with grieving for its irrational life right now
['austindie', 'chamber pop', 'indie folk', 'indie rock', 'melancholia', 'slowcore', 'stomp and holler']