Lyrics Come Back - Deafheaven

Come Back

On the smokey tin, it melts again and again.
On the booths of the round table, again and again.
Drug onto the street and onto the soaking steps, again and again.
Endless debris sifting through static lungs, lingering into every pore
Laced with a bitter face near the dawning of the high and madness of the
undertow
We audience who saved our roses.
We audience who scoffed at the tears.
Ugliness stretching toward the chandelier.
Pale with pain
I imagined the overcome and fell to my knees before the endless truth of
instability and futility.
Now I know.