It's over now you're lost in doubt
You'll never amount to be more than just a pin-drop
Among all the shouts of these bitter crowds
Chiming in with an anthem blend
Of conscience exempt and then desperate attempt to be sure that I'll fail again
They say that I am just a lost cause
And they say that I am just a falling star
But aren't those the ones that you wish on
These crowded rooms are just in bloom
Hanging around to spread this cancer about
Where skies are never blue, bent on breaking the news
That destinies are luxuries that always choose you
But where's the proof
Never will we pretend that all our endeavors will bear a consequence
Father, give us the strength to hold on a little longer
We'll make it through the end
Effervescent pop without a drop of irony, perfectly geared for fans of the more dance-oriented side of indie music and Tears for Fears. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2023