Atmospheric synth grooves with a power pop chorus. Massive Attack meets Foo Fighters.
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When love first arrives on the crest of a tidal wave
A storm surge 50-feet high crushing everything
In the wake of its demise, it soaks everything
Nothing left dry, nothing but love…
I carry the love sublime, I think that you will find
When you carry the crutch, you won’t think it’s too much.
You won’t mind. I don’t…
When love next arrives on the crest of the perfect wave
It takes us by surprise, how easily and sane
There is no demise, except the flick from a previous flame
Sad that it should die, like a sigh never explained.
I carry the love sublime, I think that you will find
When you carry the crutch, you won’t think it’s too much.
You won’t mind. I don’t mind.
It’s time to die now…
Hot flame licking moths wings singing one leg missing caught in circles turnin’ round.
I carry the love sublime, I think that you will find
When you carry the crutch, you won’t think it’s too much.
You won’t mind. I don’t mind.
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