Story Behind The Song

Medium slow, contemplative indie rock/alternative piece about shedding conventionality for your true self. Deeply moving & cinematic.

Lyrics

I've been spinning in the back room
Getting tangled up like webs
Trying to remember the child in my head

Are you there, was I dreaming
When I called you on the phone
In a city filled with strangers
Foreign rhythms foreign homes

I paint a picture of the colors
That used to spill inside my dreams

But everything everything everything looks the same


It's routine then it's blackout
I collect the bones of all the reptiles
I wonder if they still feel like me
I watch for their pink tongues flickering

For some days I've been trying to keep on moving on
But this ride keeps on spinning
Don't remember how I got on
When I think my mind is still intact
I start to trace the lines across her back
A pale warm body comforts me
But I still want to pull back
My scars are shrinking
Yeh scars are turning into scratch
And im desperately trying to feel some how

But everything everything everything looks the same


It's routine then it's blackout
I collect the bones of all the reptiles
I wonder if they still feel like me
I watch for their pink tongues flickering

I know your feeling uncertain
And every day you keep searching
But this machine keeps on working
And he's trying to keep the pieces from falling out

But in the comfort of your body
I see everything I used to be
Maybe this is what I'm meant to feel right now