vital sign a soul to feed hesitation in your reach left in the grey you ve been too afraid to say it goes away it goes away all the places you could land behind the line drawn in the sand it never shows all the bastards that you know it goes away it goes away it goes away it goes away the space between you ll never see a crooked line from a to z left in the grey all the reason you betray it goes away it goes away it goes away it goes away
['canadian post-punk', 'dark post-punk', 'modern goth']