He steals his pleasure between dreams of someday treasure
the color of sage
He struggles silent insistently quiet with his neediness and rage
& I want to reach out to expose his anger
& then absorb him all at once give shelter to the stranger
Shelter to the stranger
Oh In his head, in my bed
spite of all the books we’ve read
You’d think that love would pay our debts
after everything we meant
But I’m burning bridges
I’m troubled water
I won’t grow now to save our love
When I thought I would, you know I knew I could
but now I’m not sure what’s to come
Cause if I reach out to expose my anger
I’ll have to fight the very things that I’ve been running from
I’ve been running from
Oh In his head in my bed in spite of all the books we’ve read
You’d think that love would pay our debts after everything we meant
Whose shadow is crowding us out?
Might be mine
Might be mine
Oh In his head, in my bed
spite of all the books we’ve read
You’d think that love would pay our debts after all the time we spent (mine mine mine)
oh In his head
oh in my bed
You’d think that love would pay our debts after all the time we spent
Oh In his head in my bed
You’d think that love would pay our debts after everything we meant
But I can still see the silhouette of the stranger in my bed
Madrid's Caliza creates intricately sound-designed ambient art pop addressing the climate crisis on this striking new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2021