im up in the air
swallowing clouds
never come down
cant buckle my shoe
or ever return
to my hometown
one trolley goes into sharon hill
its picturesque from a window sill
this place is torn like a wooden cross
that bitches hand wears a bitter chill
two girls makeout on a plastic chair
in sharon hill held captive there
peace and love will be together
we're lost but not forever
we can prove it to sharon hill
we count the days til summer comes
race home from school and suck our thumbs
i hope and pray for my girlfriend
she writes me poems on my tongue
in my trapdoor mind
i keep her locked up tight
im up in the air swallowing clouds never come down
cant buckle my shoe or ever return to my hometown
The new EP from the aptly named regal murk is a striking piece of work, thick rivers of guitar swallowing tender vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 24, 2022