EP REVIEW: Boston Manor – Desperate Times, Desperate Pleasures
Drifting through the liminal.
Drifting through the liminal.
I know that you hoped that this was only temporary.
Can you hear me knocking on your door?
Everything we are is just a temporary high
And I’ll stay silent while it’s eating me alive
It’s been a long time coming, and I know it.
Burning crimson red, I was a moth into your flame.
I’m so obscene, but I feel amazing.