Stroll back to me,
And I will give you everything that you wanted,
It's not enough for me,
I played my hand, gave it my best,
And now I'm back here and I'm doing the rest,
And that's enough for me to sit down with
'Cause Sunday morning don't you believe I'm sorry,
The breakfast I made is a sign,
Greet my day with a look so charming,
You sit there without seeing why
From here on out I'll never know,
Where head and heart collide again,
Is it enough to grow old,
And leave behind my friends
Lie beneath the bright sky,
A daughter from the moon afar,
You always said that chaos gave,
Birth to a dancing star
Hold my heart in simple cage,
Wisdom held like a wizened sage,
Seize my eyes with your stare,
Broken glass and sugar cubes,
Thimbles crackling under my shoes,
Hold my breath and take it away
Sunday morning don't you believe I'm sorry,
The breakfast I made is a sign,
Greet my day with a look so charming,
You sit there without seeing why
'Cause from here on out I'll never know,
Where head and heart collide again,
Is it enough to grow old,
And leave behind my friends
Lie beneath the bright sky,
A daughter from the moon afar,
You always said that chaos gave,
Birth to a dancing star
A soaring, searing blend of indie and psych rock from Soft Walls captures the highs of early romance and the lows of depression all in one. Bandcamp New & Notable May 9, 2023
supported by 4 fans who also own “Chaos Gives Birth To A Dancing Star”
Irish music's getting good and weird and I'm here for it, yup the Podge, saw the man's arsecrack at a gig in Dublin in 2019, one of the more significant moments in my emotional development. Fabian McG&T