i've been sleeping in so many beds
none of them yours
you've been touching so many hands
haven't you, haven't you
are your fingers red
from the hearts you've handled
or black
are your fingers red
from the hearts you've handled
or black
my skins is raw
from worrying
on my teeth, my pen, my phone
waiting for who knows what
waiting to feel at home
the anxiety in my skull
is pushing my mouth closed
at the molars
the anxiety in my skull
is pushing my mouth closed
at the molars
Synth-driven art pop commingles with French and Occitan folk music on the latest from this Geneva-based "micro-choir." Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 15, 2023