it's cold outside, the wind sweeps the chimney right out the front door, don't want me coming here anymore, i found half a heart, down where the river bends the lonely shaking hands of a dearly departed friend
i'll tend to the child, i'll tend to her smile, tomorrow i'll do it all again beneath the ocean, beneath the waves, beneath our ways, we'll realize it's just another repetition beneath the ocean
the moon came out, to sing us a lullaby to sing our little hearts right back to there very start, the light fell out, heavy was the sound, it shook the ocean, the seagulls here are flying upside down
i'll tend to the child, i'll tend to her smile, tomorrow i'll do it all again beneath the ocean, beneath the waves, beneath our ways, we'll realize it's just a broken repetition beneath the ocean, just like my friends, just like the end, we'll realize it's just a broken repetition beneath the ocean, beneath the waves, beneath our ways, we'll realize it's just another repetition beneath the ocean, just like my friends, just like my friends, just like my good friends
In songs that swing from giant and anthemic to distortion-caked and widescreen, Lightning Cult conjure galaxies of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2022