A black and white stage in haze under a single spotlight: empty microphone stands, a drum kit and a guitar leaning on an amp, seen past the heads of the crowd

From Fathom, Track 08, 68 bpm

Halation

Letting the glow you hid by day spill past the edges.

“Are bleeding warm and finally mine”

Lyrics

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