As the end of today
Leaves tomorrow behind
We bury our heads in the sand
We face our fears
With a sigh
You'd shoot an angel out of the sky
To make sure it was real
And what
They said
Was wrong
The time was too dark
For our eyes to see
It's too late for us
To be saved
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2015 • The Direction of Last Things
2015 • The Direction of Last Things
2015 • The Direction of Last Things