Kings Park from Lamb Thousand by Lamb Thousand

We pack our things
Just to let them slide
Falling down
By the wayside

Why put up a fight?
When nothing seems to come of these sacred lonely nights

Don't get upset with yourself now
You did the best you could with your know-how

Give up the fight
Be thankful to the moon for sharing her holy light

I'm running lost
In Alcatraz
Around the bend (repeating halls)
An endless trance

Give up the fight
The echo of the moon seems to beckon you to cry

You spark the light in my heart now
A thousand stupid tests, now my pencil's down

These haunted halls
Where patients wept, where kindness left my body through the walls

You come to life
You fill my heart with light and sharpen up my sword to fight
Where darkness crept, you gave me the breath of life

• Devotional
• bedroom pop
• indie pop
• low-fi
• noise rock
• Smithtown