I can never get tired of the way
the Milky Way looks,
when I try to escape between the nightscape,
Perseid meteors,
an awsome rain of stars,
running through the undergrowth,
trying to survive.
I'm getting closer every time,
but it's not the first time I try.
I've done, really gone, but the run's so long.
Barks in the dark, flashlights and screams.
Lights on the horizon, freedom has come.
Deep marks let on me, this war's on my skin.
They'll can ever get me outta my way,
the Milky Way route,
when they are trying to catch me alive or dead.
I'm chasing the Northern Lights.
Perseid meteors,
the flames above the town,
cosmic radiation crashing
into the stratosphere.
Waves of fire in the sky,
marks the point of the finish line.
Philadelphia-based Labrador make unfussy and empathetic alt-country meant to sincerely bolster the downcast in times of strife. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 5, 2023