I just want you to know that I love you
And it was a luxury to be loved by you, too.
But here we are, broken and silent
These hearts are homeless, even with the walls we built up around them
Hello Chicago, I'm sorry I was reckless
Three hundred and fifty miles in the way, but I think it's fair to say we had some good days
Hello Cleveland, built upon a foundation of rust
Things are getting better, but it never was enough. I lost strength, you lost hope. How'd we end up this lost?
Hello Philly, I'll probably never meet you
The bastard son of our past probably makes it for the best
In the face of resentment, I recall:
Sometimes love is silent and stands there biting its tongue while being called a fuck up
So I'll keep my distance and let you float away to where you need to be,
Far from me with room for us to change, hoping we become one again some day
Another devastatingly beautiful batch of indie rock confessionals from Ontario singer, producer, and multi-instrumentalist Linnea Siggelkow. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2024