You live on a mattress of wire
You’ve built a funeral pyre
The dirt will drag you in
Now he's gone
The grass is yellowing hay
White clapboard turned to gray
Dust lies upon the seats
Where you kissed
Yet you don’t know him
So why do you love him?
You can move on if you care
For yourself and your sake
Before it is too late
This house is not born of despair
These things are not yours
They don’t care
The mote sinks and rises too
Insects now shadow you
Nothing can ever
Stay the same
Shattered glass lies under foot
It hurts then when you look
You see the past
And what is done
14 stories tall
And yet you cannot see it
14 stories tall
And yet you can’t belong
You’ve seen it out of the window
You’ve heard about it in songs
And books that talk about you
Describing lives gone wrong
supported by 17 fans who also own “Fourteen Stories Tall / Twisting The Knife”
I don't know if "complicated pop" is a genre, but that's the best way I can think of to describe this. Jangly, shoegaze-y music at its best. whitehowler
supported by 17 fans who also own “Fourteen Stories Tall / Twisting The Knife”
I had never heard of Mercury Girls until I saw them with Balance and Composure and Foxing. They killed it live and the next thing I knew, I had this record in my hands. E L I