These are all our children however we refuse them.
Predators can't see us if we're never moving.
Easter, vivid, empty, the fuse, the dam, the glow.
Nimbus that erases. Bleached by sensation and song.
Still painting over that familiar fear.
We'll keep on painting ‘til the room disappears.
We're the ones who make it spin on.
Arms around us each day and night, still can’t get warm.
Don't lose the things you hide too well.
Don't lose the grief you fight to dispel.
Loneliness gets spun into a habit.
A powder flash - suddenly we're enemies.
All the soul you stoke to keep warm.
This is the kind of loneliness I'd steal.
Grip those burned things; wickedness we do to survive.
All the soul you stoke to keep warm.
Doesn't stop them every night - coming through your windowpane.
Slow down, well this is the ride that we both paid for, but somehow we forget that when the thing spins the fastest - that's when they take the floor.
Loneliness that I'd steal from somebody I love.
So dig in till I feel you. Wake me when I wash up.
Easter, vivid, empty, the fuse, the dam, the glow.
Nimbus that erases. Bleached by sensation and song.
Still painting over that familiar fear.
We'll keep on painting ‘til the room disappears.
We're the ones who make it spin on.
In 2019, I was in Salisbury and attended the Alphabet Business Convention without knowing any artist. Lost Crowns was my favourite band that played there. Pablo P.