IN CONVERSATION: Megan Jenkins and Edd Kerton of Forlorn
Lay our souls to rest in the water.
Lay our souls to rest in the water.
I am the wind, who whispers what could have been.
They will know. Count your days.
You will never see Angels like you want.
Familiar warmth finds you.
Repeating your name for all of my life.
Some quiet dream comes to bleed.
Anxieties on top of anxieties.
‘Cause we all act like animals.