I carved you a tombstone, for the hot cherry sky
It fills me with hope that it won't return
From sunrise to sundawn, we walked along the pier
The clouds confess the sun's gone, the light has disappeared
I found myself falling, headfirst to the ground
Steadfast the victims following my path
Make choices quickly, the world is getting small
Some speak of winter and some speak of fall
None of it really matters, we're still chasing fog
Some burn like torches, some fall like empty logs
I found myself falling, headfirst to the ground
The wailing of sirens became a pleasant whisper
As my world keeps spinning to the rhythm of the sound
I find myself falling every time, every time
In Adrian Snood’s songs, soulful vocals and slow-moving alt-pop swirl together to create something distinctly moving. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 1, 2023