there s a ghost in my living room in silent sets moving through the attic in chemicals dissolve in two there s a flaw in my chemistry the chill swells and follows me in choirs of cold machines and their smoking skin these bones reside within a crack spool of medicine the distant hum that blooms as we run no way to displace in broken light the cold grey night a ghost still around me leave another ghost behind
['chillwave', 'indie dream pop', 'ontario indie']