Guitars: | Jeff Ling |
Guitars: | Luke Kilpatrick |
Drums: | Ben Gordon |
Bass: | Jia O'Connor |
Vocals: | Winston McCall |
Carrion. In a moment I’m lost, dying from the inside. Her eyes take me away. Tear me apart from the inside out. Dead eyes speak in volumes but our lips refuse to move. Could this ever be the last time, the final time that we see this through? Give me the strength to return the breath you’ve stolen. Give me the means to reset her heart I’ve broken again. Reflection built upon sorrow. We’re walking the darkest roads within chests carved with regret. In a moment I’m lost, dying from the inside. Her eyes take me away. Tear me apart from the inside out. We’ve been running blind. Now we’re falling through the cracks. We’re left running. We are running blind. Now we’re falling. Falling through the cracks, back to the world of the dead. Her shining eyes mark our return back to the world of the dead.
In a moment I’m lost, dying from the inside. Her eyes take me away. Tear me apart from the inside out.
My love I left. My heart I left, with my promise to return. A promise to return.
In the kitchen of the Byron Bay home of Winston McCall stands a refrigerator, adorned on one side by a quote from Tom Waits: "I …