Secondary from Blur by SLOWTRIP

You led the way to the afterlife
A charming host to fate
The bell tolls ring in unison
As the black faded to gray

We dug a hole under the garden
Flowers grow from our waste
The bell tolls ring in unison
as the black faded to gray

God wasn't lonely enough so he sent some of us back

Our fearful leader returned again
With stories to tell of his tales
The courtyard criers in unison
Scream songs of nightingales

We dug our home under the garden
Where we can try to escape
The bell tolls ring in unison
As the dawn started to break

Lost in the feeling between

Its all secondary, blur the lines of real and fake
We sold our soul for the feeling that everything will be okay
We're all alone and fucked up but somehow we all get by
With several lines drawn and crossed, the sand will blow away in time

• Alternative
• alternative
• grunge
• rock
• shoegaze
• Los Angeles