Cream in her coffee
The light in her eyes drawing me in
Put me in my coffin, as long as I've got friends
No reservations
My stomach churns as I set in
No revelations, no consideration for the end
I'll keep letting go
Self-assured in my confusion
So wrapped up in this delusion til the bitter end
again
A snake in her garden
I'm part of a family once again
Put me in my coffin with all of my new friends
Mind, body and soul
A prophecy so self-fulfilling
When did I become so willing
Its a bitter end
She overcomes me
Lies I'm all too familiar with
Just like the others, she loves to watch me fade away
She keeps me wondering
An angels reflection in the mirror
If love's a ghost I'm better off dead anyway
I'm better off
Killing me slowly
Black as the sun a light so dim
I had to find my way out of the cave you left me in
Cheap booze and cigarettes
Bring myself back to life again
I come her often to die with my old friend
Mind, body and soul
Self absorbed in this confusion
Blinded by my own delusions till the bitter end
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