Closer from Blue Bright by Séamus Scanlan

I can see the lines drawing closer now
Growing up
Deep and dark, clouding out the atmosphere
Windows shut
When’s it gonna get to me?
When’s it gonna get to me?

I wish that I given my apologies
Not enough
Could have held a candle to my barest skin
Avoided us
When’s it gonna get to me?
When’s it gonna get to me?

I can smell the scent of the apple trees
Fill me up
I know that luxury is only for my eyes
Keep em shut
When’s it gonna get to me?
When’s it gonna get to me?

I’ve got a closet full of swords handed over by the ones I love
And one by one, I take them all in my gut
When’s it gonna get to me?
When’s it gonna get to me?

Giving fealty to a god who never made me
I’ve been seeking God in things that make me hate me

My secret sorrow is waiting for the beauty to come
My secret sorrow is waiting for the beauty to come
My secret sorrow is waiting for the beauty to come

• Alternative
• indie
• indie rock
• philly
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles