Sitting in my room again.
Try to find the problem's end.
I could fly away and scratch the sun,
and only end up here again.
Tearing our skin off,
but there's nothing gone.
What is meant to be?
What is wrong with me?
And I don't want to understand.
That won't stop it coming back.
Power in your eyes to melt these chains.
To Tunnel through the earth and back.
Four hours of silence, then,
we moaned and flew like light.
Forever and a day in constant waste,
until the lord has gone insane.
Running past depraving night,
through the sounds of dust and stench.
For never will we stop, until we escape
from something we cannot defined.
Making history
that no one will see.
Painting smoke and ash
on the green canvas.
And I don't want to understand.
That won't stop it coming back.
Power in your eyes to melt these chains.
To Tunnel through the earth and back.
Four hours of silence, then,
we moaned and flew like light.
Forever and a day in constant waste,
until the lord has gone insane.
Sitting in my room again.
Try to find the problem's end.
I could fly away and scratch the sun,
and only end up here again.
Tearing our skin off,
but there's nothing gone.
What is meant to be?
What is wrong with me?
And I don't want to understand.
That won't stop it coming back.
Power in your eyes to melt these chains.
To Tunnel through the earth and back.
Four hours of silence, then,
we moaned and flew like light.
Forever and a day in constant waste,
until the lord has gone insane.
Thin Lear's sophisticated rock music is tempered with soaring chamber pop accents and an undeniable gift for melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 30, 2020
Twenty-three delightful indiepop and bedroom folk tracks that emphasize small arrangement and huge hooks, benefitting Feeding America. Bandcamp New & Notable May 11, 2020