Nostradamus, tel me
Write her name in verse
Will she return this year
To hold my hand, return me to my curse
Near the dead end sea
Where the gulls will pick me clean
I can hear her sickly voice
I give my flesh to eat
Near the killing fields, I lay me down to sleep
My body sick, my mind decayed
No one to hate but me
Come and find me, before I drown
Let it pull you in, let it drag you out
So dead in love, so tired of waiting
Take me away with you
Get lost in living
So dead in love, so tired of wasting time
I wish I could I wish I could I wish I could
But I’m always stuck behind the glass
You were right
Why should I care
Everyone I know is everyone I owe
If you come inside, we can talk all night
You could sing to me
I’ll hold you as we sleep
Hopscotching from jangle pop and post-hardcore to math rock and shoegaze, these Minnesota rockers have a gift for musical multitasking. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 29, 2024