ALBUM REVIEW: Matador – Above, Below and So
Broken glass, fractured light, pull me closer, make me fight.
Broken glass, fractured light, pull me closer, make me fight.
Loosen the grip of these spectral hands.
I will remember when ghosts were mighty, and I will laugh and catch my own tears.
Stare at the sun, forget everyone.
Faith divides us, death unites us.
This once desperate plea… becomes a demand.
Is it my skin? Is it my lover? Is it my body and all that it’s suffered?
Breathe in the deafening glow.
You look like you’re dying.