Empty Space from The End by Viewfinder

Dying orb of light sets my sight toward the night
Where memories of phantoms fill my eyes
With 8 ill fated minutes of false grandeur
But for what it’s worth, the wait is always worse
And we’ll be fading soon enough I know
But as the shimmer subsides
It’s hard to let it go
It’s hard to let you go

I’ll see you in a melody, my friend
All those strobing stars are bound to end
And I’ll be orbiting around the embers of the drowning gleam
And like the moths and the trees, I’ll be longing for a thing unseen
Some dream
Some lost dream

Recounting ancient wisdom
Trade my seconds for a vision
Vibrancy of dwindling bliss
I never saw a signal to take shelter
But for what it’s worth, you never loved this Earth
And as I feel the frigid forces freeze me now
I can understand how
You fled the final bow
You never voiced a vow

What’s the moon with nothing to reflect?
Vast expanses faltered from neglect
But I’ll be drawing candles in the sand and retreating from the land of lament
Never wondering again where those weathered sundials went
Now go

I try to find the shining line beyond this post historic time
But as I look toward the sky, I only see the lack of the light
And as they draw the final blind, I finally leave behind my sight
Goodnight

• Alternative
• folk pop
• home recordings
• indie
• solo artist
• unsigned
• Philadelphia