LIVE GALLERY: Boston Manor, Trophy Eyes and Split Chain at O2 Kentish Town, London
Patience, that’s all we need.
Patience, that’s all we need.
Are you not sick of playing games?
This void forever growing.
Split tongues sharpen the blade.
How do we all sleep with a dying sun?
Doomed to remain the unloved.
You are the salt that’s burning my wounds.
Please say something before I’m lost at the bottom.
The open sea, the seafarer’s lonely tomb.