Here it comes
The glass horse of gone
Here it comes
To it I'm strangely drawn
The loneliness in it's empty sockets
No spare change in my back pockets
They run but it's taken me
They run from the blackness that I see
Walking around these empty woods
I can't help but feel misunderstood and
Talking with the weeping trees
Wishing to live in the memories
I'm in space and somehow I can breathe
A glass horse, adorned with shiny things
The colors reflecting into my eyes
A kaleidoscope of tortured cries
Three empty thrones of long-forgotten kings
Walking around these empty woods
I can't help but feel misunderstood and
Talking with the weeping trees
Wishing to live in the memories
Oh why can't I get up
Oh why can't I leave here
Oh why is staying
Comforting sincere fear
They call me to their arms
But they are all faking
I want to be near them
Not attention taking
I'll stay in cathedrals
Of emptiness longing
For someone to find me
And stop me not talking
The proceeds from Laura Stevenson’s stark, moving new single benefit Safe Horizon, dedicated to empowering victims of abuse. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 26, 2018
Winsome and winning indie pop songs on the latest from The Chairman Dances, where erudite lyrics are cradled by gorgeous arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 30, 2023