Painted Nails from Stations by anemoia

i hate the sound of silence
that you ring through my head
so i tried to walk to heaven
but i had no friends to get me in

i feel so empty with eyes like cherries
burning from the stem
i want this house and i want the world
to burn with them

i dye my hair and paint my nails
to view it all differently
but no matter what happens no matter what happens,
its always the same, same to me

oh why do i feel so empty
living in this prime of my life
all my friends watch in disgust
as im sitting in my strife

i paint my hair and dye my nails
to view it all differently
but no matter what happens no matter what it does
its always the same, same to me

• Alternative
• dream pop
• indie-dream
• jangle pop
• lofi indie
• slowcore
• Dublin