ALBUM REVIEW: The Darling Fire – Distortions
We’re all pretenders, walking through dreams.
We’re all pretenders, walking through dreams.
Be the cold in my lungs where i like you the most.
Deep breath.
Slipping out of focus.
I feel like I am nothing.
Shadows on the doorframe.
I could disappear.
Wings of steel, cold neon lights, I can’t breathe anymore.
This weight won’t carry me.