Marijuana and a glass of red wine
can keep your soul from moving time after time after time...
& you try for the lost souls, but try saving your own
as I sit in the window and watch it all crumble
headlights go by in the fog
say you can't go home again but nobody said you'd grow up
& maybe you're cold chill laughs through your bones
maybe someday this whole world of sinners
will come crashing down
and send us all home
& I ate up my hunger, I swallowed a big thirst
it may be conceited or maybe you wash in it's rain
and that's how you know
that you can't go home again but nobody said you'd grow up
& marijuana, a bottle of beer
can't keep your soul from moving
year after year after year
The British singer-songwriter vents existential dread through a blend of glimmering indie pop, stomping folk, and smoldering grunge. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2021