The details in the fabric tend to sway the other way
Now I can't tell if I'm coming or if I'm here to stay
One thing's for certain like a spill on a page
You'll thin out and fade as the page number changes
I'm sorry honey but this is a blockade
Against closure with someone else in this game
So why oh why does it burn in the night when it's cold as a tomb
Why oh why did the mind bugs crawl closer when your skin went missing
There's a round eyed little redhead in a picture-less frame
And this time I swear that everyone is out for their name
Will you turn your head outside and slowly utter out my name?
No but maybe you'll see it when someone's digging your grave
So once again I'm wrong, and once again I'm right
The calendar has fallen and blackened the time
So why oh why does it burn in the night when it's cold as a tomb
Why oh why did the mind bugs crawl closer when your skin went missing
And the impulse has fired now it will burn till my grave
So I pour over this agent that takes patience for cleansing
The cliche is done so have fun with his change
And the thing that will haunt me babe is I never thought you're that way
So why oh why does it burn in the night when it's cold as a tomb
Why oh why did the mind bugs crawl closer when your skin went missing
Drift away with these dreamlike songs from reclusive folk singer CARLENE, who pairs evocative lyrics with hushed arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2023