not condoning anything, this is just remarkably well done.
in love with her vocal color.
you’re the cigarette, and i’m the smoker
even when the sky comes falling
…and all the roads we have to walk are winding
don’t stop imagining.
the day that you do is the day that you die.
so shut up and carry on
the scream becomes a yawn
feeling more & more relevant with every passing day.
heard this at job 2 today and it was an instant obsession. who can fight a chorus like that? i was dancing around the go back racks like a loon.
don’t say yes if you can’t say no,
victim of the system, say it isn’t so
pushed away, i’m pulled toward
a comedown of revolving doors
every warning we ignored
drifting in from distant shores
the wind presents a change of course
a second reckoning of sorts…
…fate don’t fail me now