at the end of time theres a friend of mine took me at my word on my private line and the sun was round as a dandelion and you followed me out of grace you followed me out of grace push you off the wall and you fall and fall then you hold me down then you push me round i heard every sound as your family drowned and you followed me out of grace you followed me out of grace whooooooooooooooo whooah come on wanderer white wheres your fiery spite now s your time to shine its the afterlife you seduce all your friends on their wedding nights and you follow me out of grace you follow me out of grace you follow me out of grace whooooooooooooooo whooah 
['melancholia', 'new england americana', 'western mass indie']