Breath out, breath out
I'm sick of holding it in
Breathe out, breath out
Feels like you're holding it in
Let me look outside my window
See you slowly come in
Let me look outside my window
And see my unburdening
Is that the rain on your breath
A cool breeze up from the south
Is that the rumble of your voice
To take away this sweat of doubt
I want some air on my face
Get the dust off my skin
On the floor in a heap amongst the mess while she sleeps
I want to clean out my eyes, reset my head as I get ready for bed
Light on the window, light of the dawn telling me that I will see the morning
My unburdening
Wife Patrol make instantly catchy alt rock with streaks of punk, new wave, and metal, overlaid with Bangles-esque harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 20, 2020