EP REVIEW: Boston Manor – Desperate Times, Desperate Pleasures
Drifting through the liminal.
Drifting through the liminal.
The faith is lost to my jealousy.
Why am I always fighting gravity?
I’m living life like I’ve been in a coma.
Drift from all I know, get lost in the world sometimes.
Just someone to blame but that’s never enough.
Elements are still alive to shake from ear to ear.
Ignore the hole I’ve dug again.
Just a hollow moon that you colorize.