Dream from Until Spring by Tears

Sunken underneath this precious line, a lily-white lie,
Tar me with the same brush as the filthy vile,
Truth is found with time,
Pick me up and place me in a different mind, start to fantasise,
Capture all the fragments of this other life, inane but simplified.

I can feel my patience waning, always hesitating.

Underfoot the ground is burning, whilst my mind keeps on churning,
The past choices I've made reflect, upon the backs of my eyes,
The vivid imagery a simple horror scene of time gone by,
Sunken underneath this precious line, a lily white lie.

These nightmares, fill me with regret,
At waking time, come find me at my best.

A haunting face, at the wrong time, in the wrong place, a decision made, get me out of this place.

• Punk
• Rock
• hardcore
• post-hardcore
• Huddersfield