I’m fickle like the breeze / breaking sticks as if they’re trees
And peach colored clouds like at my grandmother’s house
We’re losing light everyday / sit watching it fade away
Pushing memories to the back of my head
To stay level horizontal in my bed
I can make it warmer if you like
It’s everything to me that you enjoy tonight
You stay in my mind but out of my sight
I can’t lay blame for keeping things so light
Listen to this cognitive dissonance
I never got to know your parents: preferable
We haven’t talked about it since: regrettable
Drain your house of everything now, let it take the paintings down
Eternal screams for else / living out of & turning into hell
Spring like your favorite novel pours out what winter bottled
Seats are filled but no ones hear, said nothing but the message is still clear
See / hear / learn / forget
An easy-to-love combination of emo and jangle pop, the first full album from Spirit Night in eight years feels bathed in a golden glow. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 8, 2023