I’m in another time
I’m in another land
I’m with another love
I have another's hands
I’m full of hopes and feelings
The life that I’d slipped on
It’s all been stolen from me
When I wake up they’re gone
And I can only miss that now that I’ve picked up my mind
And I can only see that life when it’s well left behind
They’ve all been stolen from me
Those moments I lived in
And now I’m back here waiting
Forever locked within
When I’m inside it I can’t hold it
But it’s only real in that moment
What if our whole life’s just the stories we tell ourselves?
Is that all we ever hold on to?
And as I am wrested from the story I thought was mine
I pine for a life that wasn’t true
Isn’t it so nice when the stories we tell ourselves
Collapse into crust for something new
Back in my own time, in my own dreary head again
Gravity’s keeping me in the dew
What if our whole life’s just the stories we tell ourselves?
What are we when the story’s through?
Still dreaming in daylight I’m off in another land
Falling in love with someone new
I’m drifting away awaiting the stories we tell ourselves
Some part of me whispering in my ear
It feels like a lot to be stuck in this head alone
My story so loud it’s all I can hear
Two girls and two guys from Geneva, Switzerland, make raucous and danceable Slits-esque punk songs with lyrics in English. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 30, 2016