gently in these ragged folds curled up and warm like easter s child a breath so faint angelic weight i can t deny that i drift sometimes even in these loving moments to summery fields i call my own where i can lie and in them feel at one with my death with limbs outstretched i can t deny that i m weak sometimes even in my strongest moments and the way you cry at me i don t know why you stay1
['alternative rock', 'indie rock', 'lo-fi', 'melancholia', 'slowcore']