Blind Spot by miscellaneous owl

I don't drive with my hands open
I breathe jasmine and kerosene
The splay of the trees in a sick white afternoon
Seems utterly useless in a feral tomb
Milk and money breed armies of doves
The bicycles flutter in flocks above
Call me homesick, I'm wild with despair
The pharmacist shakes out her beautiful uncut hair

And the blind spot looks just like the truth
The mirrors line up to cover the route
Close one eye, move your face towards the screen
Say goodbye as the word disappears

Haunted mountains, haunted valleys
Ghosts clog the intake of the Gran Coulee dam
Eggs push against aquarium glass
Dreaming of flight while the tour bus passes
Will you be the lion who swims the rivers unseen?
Will breath be our guide through the murder machine?

And the blind spot looks just like the truth
The mirrors line up to cover the route
Close one eye, move your face towards the screen
Say goodbye as the word disappears

Footfalls on dry grass spark fear like a flashover blackens the last empty room in the last building to burn
The ashes of chorus lines scatter from satellites, leaving a spatter of lights in the wake of the stern
Phosphorus, pray for us, while we swing our faces
Side to side, trying hard to put together the pieces

And the blind spot looks just like the truth
The mirrors line up to cover the route
Close one eye, move your face towards the screen
Say goodbye as the world disappears
Say goodbye as the world disappears

• Rock
• bedroom pop
• indie folk
• indie pop
• indie rock
• lofi
• Madison