Wedding DJ from Welcomer by Welcomer

I see the mountain always
I walk down its rivers, shivering in the doorway
but what I want is mostly yours:
stealing towels from grocery stores
and where I’m going is not that far away:
out of touch, into May
and i’m trying to lie
but i’m regretting each play
like a wedding DJ

I hear the ocean most nights
I sleep in the static and the salt and it’s alright
but where I’m from is mostly here:
wrapped up in the dirt and the glass of these wasted years
and where I’m heading is nowhere strange:
little moon, ridiculous waves
and you're still wanting to die
still so ashamed, everyday

Church bells mingle with the highway
Saint Christopher hangs down from your neck
facedown on my chest

• Alternative
• Wellington