I came here to be alone,
turned off the telephone,
at four in the morning I lay down this bag of bones.
Stare at the ceiling
I get the feeling
there's no more life in this home
since you moved away.
I've been away and now I come home
to a rainy parade on a dead end road.
You took the furniture
you took the lights
you took the medicine that helps me sleep at night.
you left the mirror and the guest room sheets
the only interior is me
and the wallpaper.
I need a home so I think I might
lay here alone awake at night
with thoughts of my own
like a bright night light
leading me home
to forget this life.
Rising UK trio FES balance math rock's instrumental mischief with pop punk's anthemic sweetness for a distinctive, endearing sound. Bandcamp New & Notable May 4, 2022