Remember that old barn and the letters that you wrote
hidden in the hayloft where we sat so long ago
walking in the fields, the highway into town
we're going to watch a movie
won't you come and see your friends
The cross above the church
glows the same shade neon pink
as the Deja Vu Live Nude Girls
sign just down the street
and the Sunday morning hobos
are the only signs of life
as you stumble home from yet another
wasted sleepless night
Everywhere you've ever been is there inside your head
and these scars are just a souvenir
of places you have been
You don't see signs like that anymore
it's been a long time since I knocked on that old door
for the last time
they don't cut lines like that anymore
if you're just going to cheat
then why am I keeping score?
Every breath you've ever spent
is there inside your skin
and these lines are just a souvenir
of places you have been
This body's just a souvenir
a place that you have been
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