I feel this windmill driving keen on me
i feel these hinges holding us in here
its been a year i buried all my thoughts
its been a year i buried all i care for
i never thought this place would take a piece of me
you look like a statue on these wooden floors were swallowed whole
i never thought this place would hold so much of me
rooftops we yelled into
we were climbing from ourselves
its been a year i buried all my thoughts
its been a year i buried all i care for
The proceeds of this extensive compilation of punk and rock go towards the healthcare costs of beloved musician Dan Wild-Beesley. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2017