I've got a scar across my cheek dividing lockjaw and lack of sleep
I'm spitting blood between my teeth with all the fire I will speak
I've been on the road so damn long that home has become where my feet are
Don'tcha know that's how it's always been?
Home is where the heart is -
Not in a house but between my ribs caught in the spaces kept from your hands
My god the air is getting bitter. Something I could never sustain
Even with the way your voice echoed
With my cries reflecting off the bathroom sink
My god the air is getting bitter. Something I could never sustain
Even with the way your voice echoed
With my cries reflecting off the bathroom sink
My god the air is getting bitter.
My god the air is getting bitter.
My god the air is getting bitter.
My god the air is getting bitter.
My god the air is getting bitter. Something I could never sustain
Even with the way your voice echoed
With my cries reflecting off the bathroom sink
My god the air is getting bitter.
My god the air is getting bitter.
I could never bear the taste
Australian singer Jessica tempers ornate baroque folk with stark gothic poetry, infusing sadcore with transcendent sensibilities. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020