a stack of words in my throat a trail of slime forehead on fruit machine three bells will not chime for lovers who line the beach whom moon entertains theirs always waxing while our crescent wanes i m shouting out a litany an echo calls back outside a chicken shop a ceiling of stars a nostril of diet coke i m back in your arms i m shouting out a litany an echo calls back now i feel the misery in your breast and mine is one and the same and i feel close to fine i m shouting out a litany an echo calls back i m shouting out a litany an echo calls back your hand is on the pen but you can t sign the pact i m shouting out a litany an echo calls back heart swells ah ah heart swells ah ah i m shouting out a litany an echo calls back i m shouting out a litany an echo calls back your hand is on the pen but you can t sign the pact i m shouting out a litany an echo calls back i m shouting out a litany an echo calls back i m shouting out a litany an echo calls back your hand is on the pen but you can t sign the pact i m shouting out a litany an echo calls back
['anti-folk', 'indie rock', 'welsh indie', 'welsh rock']