ALBUM REVIEW: Turnstile – NEVER ENOUGH
Tapped out and tearing at the seams.
Tapped out and tearing at the seams.
Like a last breath, smothered by the wind.
Sisters, we’ve waited a hundred years for this.
Go ahead and meet me in the afterlife.
It seems that even in Arcadia you walk beside me still.
There’s a den of thieves still staring in.
Why don’t you put up a fight?
When I check in, it’s like I’m feeling for a pulse.
Not your carbon copy, baby.