Girl I gotta say something about the heartbeat I miss
'Cause silence adds up to nothing since the last time we kissed
I can't change that I'm dead
Turned a grave to a bed
Memories burnt into ashes, bodies turning to dust
An emptiness suffocates me since the last time we touched
I can't change that I'm dead
Turned a grave to my bed
Casting spells on bones of broken glass
We move like pieces on boards with missing parts
Tombed and buried with golden-plated masks
Jewelled encasings that tightened on our grasp
Evoking and joking us into a corner
Which painted us up to our necks with warnings
Trying to speak a last faceless hopeless chant
I can't change that I'm dead
Turned a grave to my bed
I can't change that I'm dead
Talk to ghosts in my head
A female voice that feels out of another century quivers over a folk harp on the 11 tracks that make up this exclusive video album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 14, 2016