Soon from Cloud Types by Cloud Types

I come with a parchment / For those who don’t see beyond
Releasing the filters / Come dust the shadows
Like shapeless husks / Golem in alleyways
Let’s meet at the outskirts / We only have until..
I tip my hat then / You had a solid run
Not even mendacity / Gets under the skin
Was this my punishment / For loving and leaving them?
What a cruel fate this is / But I don’t remember it
My inherent stalker / Shares dominion
With Persephone / Alike in so many ways
If you take this now / You’ll never need anything
You take this or this / But what is the difference?
A strangled melody / Lurks in my daytime
I want to tell you things / But I’m no more the good guy
A native breath / Alive in the daytime
It draws you close / And you examine it

• Alternative
• guitar pop
• post-rock
• singer-songwriter
• San Diego