Lovely, lonely from Hwaet! by Moro & the Silent Revolution

Another lovely lonely morning
And the sun is playing on my windowpanes
Paid through the nose to be thus floating
On a sea of silence, untouched by smell or pain
Past the unpleasantness of sharing
To a place where my mind travels without fare
Be there a war or a pandemic
I do not care
I will not care

Padded in my eternal present
With all my tomorrows packed into one day
All sights and sounds feel like a preset
Everything and nothing’s left to learn or say
I used to wonder where I’d end up
Now I’m mercifully free from all such care
And where once doubt would have me stand up
I sit and stare
Just sit and stare

Sometimes at night I dream of falling
But there’s never fear of crushing death involved
I just think: now’d be the time to use some flying
But was I taught – when was I taught?

I caged myself into this future
With foregone conclusions everywhere I turn
Where twice a week I dust and hoover
But there’s nothing left for me to do or learn

Sometimes at night...

• Acoustic
• indie folk
• indie pop
• indie rock
• Forli