I don't understand you
I don't understand the things you do
We'll never be friends
But we can pick dead crows from the garden
Hope the sun shines over our blackened little plot
The days are floating right by
And we haven't spoken in quite some time
Waiting for nothing
Of course nothing came and went
And I know there's truth
Truth in confusion
supported by 10 fans who also own “Truth in Confusion”
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude