vapor from spectrum by My Dear Wormwood,

vapor
invading your garden
still you welcome me
you know of my betrayal
still you welcome me
i kiss you
you tell me in your garden
that you’re the son of man
you promise your believers
that you’re the son of man
i leave you
i wander in your garden
how could this all be true
why did i believe you
how could this all be true
i sell you
shouting in your garden
you did this to me
we both hang from a tree
you did this to me
i loved you
when i survey the wondrous cross
on which the prince of glory died
my richest gains i count but loss
and pour contempt on all my pride
see from his head his hands his feet
sorrow and love flow mingled down
did e’er such love and sorrow meet
or thorns compose so rich a crown

• Alternative
• narrative music
• new wave
• shoegaze
• singer-songwriter
• Florida