When words are softer spoken, they often sound the best
Now so interwoven they’ve burrowed in my chest
I’m all used up I’m out
of steam
Vacationing somewhere
in between
A city named catharsis and the other called empty
In one I feel so common and the other I am royalty
I’m seeking out a place, one to give me peace
(and everything between)
Because ever since you died
I can’t control anything
Everything feels new
built from catastrophe
Just when I get a hold
it slips away from me
I’ve always relied on melody
I’ve come to rely on love
But there’s absence
in my heart
when I know I have enough
Touché Amoré has been burrowing through angst, alienation, cancer, and death throughout four adored studio albums. After over a decade of working through darkness, the …