Let’s all head to the swimming hole
Where I know you wanna go
You know we’ve been waiting all summer for you to come home
And now that you’re finally here I’ve got nothing to say or share
I need you so bad when you’re gone
And I don’t expect you to understand
While the leaves are turning greener
I don’t expect you to hold my hand
Your thumb is getting cleaner
And time is drawing nearer
Take me back to the swimming hole
Where I know you know I’m whole
I never get to feel the cold on my feet
It starts to grow out of control
I can’t take it when I’m alone
Bring them to the swimming hole
Where we’ll drown every soul
Before they even know
We’ll be gone and on our own
Bodies buried in a hole so deep
Nothing’s gonna stop me now
Nothing’s gonna turn around
Nothing’s gonna change
And I don’t expect you to understand
When my nose started bleeding
And I don’t expect you to hold my hand
When the nightmares start coming true
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