ALBUM REVIEW: Blind Girls – An Exit Exists
Is this what love is?
Is this what love is?
Catch me, God I swear I’m falling.
A flash of guilt, another chance to begin.
Clipped like a young rose.
None of the pieces fit.
A vacant hospital room to pack.
Prosthetic eyes don’t remind me.
Delft blue and picture frames.
Gaze upon the gloam as it drips: festering, forgotten.