He lay on the bed and he looked at the ceiling,
hoping to avoid that familiar feeling.
The film on his laptop was failing to hit the spot.
He noticed the dark patches,
all of the nail heads.
the seventies lampshade
and every word she said
when she lay beside him,
seeing the same things.
And here in the here and now
all the things he won't allow to upset him all start bouncing on his bed.
And he's in the story past, and nothing ever seemed so vast.
and all he can hear is every word she said.
Every word she said.
He's off in the world of the passing acquaintance
and smiling and keeping up casual pretence
while all of the lights are switching off inside him.
The scene of the crime scene is coming to get him.
the sound of a tune that is bound to upset him
and nothing is moving,
nothing is moving,
nothing is moving,
nothing is moving,
A surprisingly tender and intimate concept record about long distance love from Cody Votolato of The Blood Brothers/Head Wound City. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 30, 2019