Steady like a new born cow in spring
Over this green grass now you are king
But the honest kingdom came to dry
We love to hate a classic wear and tear
Going for a flight with my fake wings
Half-way up the sky I fall again
It's hard to get somewhere with this heavy head of mine
Instead of making my motor run it causes my fuel to egnite
You got some nerv to cut nights in half
Step on glass til the morning after
Is this what it comes down to
My bed is turning into quicksand
I see no point in having problems
when only time can solve them
I hear you whisper close in my left ear
"It's time to let go, I'm forever... yours"
Greeted by my nightmares I resign
But with your palm upon my forehead we'll steal back what once was mine.
Σtella's Greek-folk inflected pop sounds both vintage and subtly modern, like a lost gem sent from the magical nexus where 1966 meets 1986. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2022