Forgive me, my love
I would give you my trust
But I'm running so long
I don't know another way
What do we learn from a bridge that we burn?
But to turn on our heal and cross it another day
I burn the letters I never sent
And my guns stay hot
Since the day you left
So holy my words for the thoughts they bind
I'm gonna turn the page to another time
I got your message when you came around
You need to climb to my level
And stop bringing me down
So holy my work
For the thoughts I'd buy
I'm gonna turn the page
I'm gonna cut the ties
A slow drip of Tropicália-infused psychedelia from New Orleans rock outfit Blue Basin: balmy one moment, aggressive the next. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 22, 2022