I'm back at the start.
The clock's too accurate today.
Give me just one more minute to sink,
in the warm idea baked into my psyche.
'cause my hands are numb when I'm walking home in the cold.
I'm more than over this routine, and i'm losing sense of what is real.
Tell yourself that your world is perfect, no past tense.
No history to disagree.
I was wasting my time and my life that way.
Give me something new to say.
Instead of reminders that time is waiting for your end,
pretend the numbers are falling off the clock,
and the sun speaks louder than the hands.
'cause at six in the morning the clouds hang over my head.
I'm more than over this routine, and i'm losing sense of what is real.
Tell yourself that your world is perfect, no past tense.
No history to disagree.
I was wasting my time and my life that way,
but i've got something new to say.
The grass is fake, down here,
(this bitter memory, and agony).
Nothing exists,
(just reminders of bygones).
Bye bye, be gone.
Since i have parted ways with this,
everything i see is real.
Tell yourself that your world is perfect, no past tense.
No history to disagree.
I was wasting your time and my life that way,
but i've got something new to say...
a criminally humble masterpiece, which was made in two days by two people, which blows my mind because it sounds like it took four years to write and produce music that sounds this good. Spell Token
a two piece RnB/soul project you might not have heard of. this album is a tender listen and will give you those #gospelvibes. listened to this and their first album back to back for so many years now. Spell Token