Driving backward to your city tonight
A faint breeze from old times aimed for my heart
Surrounded by faceless people
They all look like friends
I am not saying that i regret
I just want to say that i miss you now.
Oh, will I have the strength
To let it all go again?
Things will never be the same
Look, time wrote it on my face
Now trees have grown where tears have felt.
Forever stuck deep inside my head
There’s the weight of silence that keeps screaming your name
The wind that keeps blaming me for what slipped through my hands.
Dark and seething post-punk from Cincinnati that's appealingly janky enough to make a tired genre feel fresh and urgent. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 31, 2023