the night is like a black stone but it ripples in the wind and you are shaking like a new slave in an ultraviolet sun shiver at the night sky from the ribbon of the road hollow little diamonds all embedded in the null head like a blank screen a body alive you are living in the last rays kicking up the nights oh little stars in the center of the sun in the stain leaking out into the light in the calling of the gulls in the river running out into the night some people run from themselves some chain the dogs to the gate some are living a lie daddy s on the next plane and he s looking to survive he is soaking from a long run he is fingering a knife summoning an old lie from the fingers to the mind you were watching the horizon but it was in you all the time like a worm in the bloodline like an urge wants release but you roll away the sun throw it back into the east falling lights on the miracles of a golden age blackened sounds of the millions in the streets today where some people turn on themselves some hang around for an age some get paralyzed in the calling of the gulls in the river running out into the night like a burning in the air doesn t think about your money or your life in the center of the sun in the hole in the belly of the light in the shudder of the hull in the river running out into the tide i m taking everything back when i led you down to the lake it was the thrill of my life
['austindie', 'chamber pop', 'chamber psych', 'indie folk', 'indie rock', 'melancholia', 'slowcore', 'stomp and holler']