Sun from SUN by entertainment for the braindead

Scrape the paint off my whitewashed walls, leave the dust on the shelf. one more night in these wide white halls and I’m losing myself. I have been so busy building me a place to hide, rolling down my roman blinds to let no sun inside – how this house I called a home has turned from shelter to cage, how this notion I called love died of old age...

call nine one one, call the fire brigade for my heart is in flames. leave behind all the mess I made and give the pieces you pick from the ash a new name. like a madman I am trying to outrun the pain but regardless where I end up it will be the same. I could go to California, drive down highway one-o-one where the salt lakes in my eyes will dry up in the sun, build a fortress in the smoke trees,
roll like tumbleweed and watch my soul evaporate there in the blazing heat – or – hang new pictures on the crumbling wall and paint over the cracks. why attempt to deny it all when the truth is I do and I will want it back?

• Acoustic
• berlin
• folk
• indie
• livelooping
• post-pop
• Berlin