well you ain't like the morning sun
but your just like the canyon
i don't know of the bottom
just the dust on your skin
with my scraped up feet
kicking rocks off your edge just to see
that it's a long way down
and when i go
i'll be coming around trying to see what's wrong
and when i go
i'll be scraping the ground trying to understand
your pent up woes
and the weathers toll
so break my fall
20 feet down below the sea
how you flooded so easily
disappeared right into the air
just to come straight back down
and it's nature's game
that you're broken and gorgeous the same
so let the sad sun wash over your face
the sad sun
the sad sun light
drying up the remnants
the sad sun
the sad sun
oh i prefer the darkness
when it all rains down
and a rivers born
only one way out
on a big cloud
the sad sun
the sad sun light
drying up
making circles
i guess its here to stay
Post-Worthless, Annique Monet makes solo LP of magical, psychedelic pop songs that drift in and out of consciousness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 22, 2015