Our hearts are tangible
We can feel them beating inside of our chests
But yours is made of the finest sands
When the wind blows the grains will grow through the cracks of my hands
Reminding me your love is not for me to keep
And the winds are picking up
spreading all of the leaves from their trees
And I want to be a tree so I can die for the winter
Bring me back to life when there's something beautiful to see
I know that you think that you're the reason that I want to die
But believe me when I say that's my own fault
credits
from Life, Watered Down,
released April 19, 2014
Christopher Armstrong - Production / backing vox
Self-described "power goth" band from Colorado goes maximalist with a strident album inspired by ’90s pop punk, emo, and alternative. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2023