Sans all the aches, sans all the allergies, I think I've found what's ailing me. Sans my routine insomnia, I think I've found what's shaking me. And if everyone I loved would stop leaving me, I wouldn't feel the greed in begging them to stay. It's like every move they make is just reminding me that there are many, many better men than me. And though the infection has spread, it's not disease that I regret. It's the ring. I feel it wasting away. I'm the sea's captive captain, and the Stockholm's won't set in. Get me home. All I see is an empty place, all I see is an empty frame. And in the depths of where I am with the cold and lack of oxygen, these memories still kill me in a way drowning never could. Asleep I feel my skin begin the process of unravelling. I pray it's just the ailments, I pray I can shake myself awake. Held out for a friend, not the phantom I found telling lies and keeping secrets from me. The season got bitter before it got better. It's the distance, and it keeps ailing me. It was the youth that we found. We were bound to it, it changed the words I sing. Restless, hung up on vows, and missing living civil and sane. The youth that we found, we clung to it, it changed the way I speak. This love is leaving or left, and your joy still ails me to death.
A darker and more expansive album for an already dark and expansive band. You & I is the aural equivalent of moving through the depths of an empty forest at midnight thrownofan
The Philadelphia group sharpen their hooks and internal dyanmics for a fun and non-dorky take on power pop anyone can get behind. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2024