ALBUM REVIEW: Crystal Lake – The Weight of Sound
Grinding the red eye, wasting the night into days.
Grinding the red eye, wasting the night into days.
Under the gun and you’ve hit the wall.
Your serendipity you felt when you ripped the ground from me.
She breaks her horses, with strange distant voices.
Locked in this stage, plotting our time.
If Columbus was wrong, I’d drive straight off the edge.
Let me know what you choose when you decide.
Will you find your serenity in the things that we could have been?
Swarming inside it starts to breathe.