Coming Down from Eclectica by Pseudo Mind Hive
Tracklist
| 5. | Coming Down | 3:55 |
Lyrics
Sunday morning, my head's made of glass.
And it shatters as the day rolls past
Foggy moments of the night before,
I can't take this feeling anymore.
How I found my bed's a mystery,
But if I've learned a thing from history,
It's that when I've left myself for dead,
Golden hands will bring me home again.
Future figures falling through the needle's eye,
Gently blinking as it looks up at the velvet sky.
Credits
from Eclectica,
released November 11, 2022
