It's so predictable that the fear is going to find me
when I'm sweating out the courage from last night.
It only gets pathetic when I try and circumvent it.
I refuse to pay my penance .
I'm shrouded in the same dim light that's bringing me down.
I spend my days untying anchors from my feet.
My lungs are drowning in this shallow water.
My body is begging me for sleep.
Sometimes the night speaks through me and I can't
get a word in edgewise 'til my voice comes back at sunrise
singing "Show Me the Way to Go Home"
I'm tired of losing my intentions in the background
with a memory so pixelated, vibrant conversations
turn to gray when I'm alone.
Show me the way to go home.
Show me the way to go home.
I'm tired of flirting with collapse and burning bridges with these blackouts.
I built these chains on my own.
This self designed, relentless stranglehold.
Show me the way to go home.
My Mind is still open, but my memory is broken.
I'm living the old days and I can't remember the new ones.
It's one way of coping, but I feel like I'm choking
on my fear of the unknown.
Show me the way to go home.
From the first deadened cowbell to the last dissonant guitar interval, Dutch quartet Geo's new record is shaped for impact. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 25, 2024