Times from The River by Stono Caves

There's a thunderstorm rolling over us
And the birds and bats are staring at our house
It's refuge they want, shelter from the rain
We can't help you with that
It's foggy on our window pane

It's like scrawling letters
On thin yellow paper
That gets burned at the end of the world
It's like sucking back the fumes
Watching steel flowers bloom
That gets praised at the end of the world

And the blankets that we wrap ourselves in
Are made from scraps we found in that old, rusty bin
There's no taste in all of our food
Our words can't speak what we really view

Maybe dusk won't be so yellow
Maybe dawn won't wake us up
And our dreams of tomorrow
Are making us all just even more fucked

There's a thunderstorm

• Acoustic
• Lyrical
• Sydney