Nothing is everything
pigments are we
colours upon colour
painting the fields
Addicted damnation
pictures of my history
Faded by the future
A bleeding heart
a stain on my sleeves
When the smoke is clear
and I cease to feel
I’ll walk towards the dawn
and I’ll see nothing
When the smoke is clear
and we start to peel
We'll walk towards the sun
and I'll feel nothing
Is clear
Start to peel
The sun
And see nothing
And feel nothing
Ashes tell the truth
Fire burns the lies
on the funeral pyre
body sits upright with hands in fold
telling tales of futures long since told
Wise, young and old
When the smoke is clear
Ashes tell the truth
and fire burns the lies
When smoke is clear
You see nothing
On their new EP, the British quartet channel their experimental rock chops into ambitious suites that flow effortlessly. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 6, 2019