When you called me on the phone thank god I was alone
It gave us a chance to speak about our momentary needs
I hung on the dial
Trapped in thought for a while
Comforting my denial
Until I’d lost you
It’s numb on the pulse
When the landline shakes and comes apart
You’re comatose
When the trigger blinks and you come apart
No fucking way I could have calmed down
I was raging like a bull
But now I see further
I wouldn’t let you off the line
I would have hung on the dial
Trapped in my thoughts for a while
Comforting my denial
Until I lost you
It’s numb on the pulse
When the landline shakes and comes apart
You’re comatose
When the trigger blinks and you come apart
Forever
I’m sick of that myth that fake façade
That pressure that bit when the demons start fucking my eye holes
I’m sick of living with the freaks and the frauds
I’m sick of myself
I’m sick of the odds
It’s numb on the pulse
When the landline shakes and comes apart
You’re comatose
When the trigger blinks and you come apart
Forever
The post-hardcore band’s latest is a reflection on time, memory, death, and grief—and is their dreamiest material to date. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 22, 2019
The Besnard Lakes return with their first new LP in four years, full of the same mystery and wonder on which they have built their name. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 30, 2020