fell out of the sky into my lap
scored the atmosphere with streaks of black
scratch my head and make myself a silver foil hat
i have seen the end and can confirm that we're all comin back
we're all comin back
yea we're all comin back
the yellow around a bruise is the sun
and its got the darker hues on the run
you would be right to assume that you'll be stuck here
doin time as buzzard food until you reappear
or 'til i find you
in the dog bowl
of my soul
lick it empty
drink it full
sleeping dog
twitching eyes
dreamin of me
dreamin of my hand
pulling open sliding screen doors
i have known you
many times before
i have known you
many lives before
i have know you
in many different forms
but the one you are now
is the one i've been waiting for
Riding the line between indie pop and psychedelic folk, the songs on the latest from The Madeleines are as gorgeous as they are mysterious. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2022