ALBUM REVIEW: Chalk Hands – The Line That Shapes the Coast of Us
When I’m pulled down into the ground, what sky will I meet when I finally sleep?
When I’m pulled down into the ground, what sky will I meet when I finally sleep?
Do you understand the melancholic tears of the stranger?
Save all that you feel for me.
Broken glass, fractured light, pull me closer, make me fight.
Mindwarp! Mindwarp! Mindwarp!
My love knows to go below ground.
I guess this is goodbye.
From a radiant past into a desolate present.
Wither as we bloomed.