I found a projector in the trash
Still has all it’s slides, I could sell this for cash
Let’s see if it works, hang a bedsheet out
The first thing that I saw, couldn’t open my mouth
Paisley sun strewn across eyes as white as a wave
Teeth gnashing for cuts at my cowering frame
Undercurrents of hope, pink smoke dancing through rain
And the smell of my mother on my pillows again
Timestamps fed by strangers, wings clipped now sterile
Doe-eyed, is it charming? So restless and wild
Spewing bile, trapped in corners so fearful of all
Of light and then darkness - now nothing at all
The youth in the friendships, the way that they moved
It put beauty in sadness, made you miss your bedroom
Now the glass on the frame has been taken away
And the light of my memory is making them fade
I don’t want them to fade
I should just look away
Projector, I think that I’ll protect ya
The bow has broken, branch has fallen
The past is gone, please stop calling
Shifting sands, grains in mourning
The past is gone, please stop calling
credits
from Pushing Daylight,
released April 12, 2024
Vocals - Benjamin Stewart
Backing vocals - Georgia Smith
Guitars - Benjamin Stewart
Drums by Simon Lam
Produced + Mixed by Simon Lam
Mastered by Robin Schmidt
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