Build me a city
Close to the seaside
Close to the wrecked life
I call my own
Make it a haven
Where the sins of the father,
The grief of the mothers
Can rest on the shores
Proceed,
Through the harbour of Downfall
Here we’re all exiles, trapped behind the wall
Drawn to the perfume of whispering sirens
Dazed by the temptation of their call
Weary of the long road behind you
You disappear in the warmth of lover’s thighs
While you proceed, through the mazes of Downfall
Just let the rain fall; Just let the rain fall
In Downfall
All the girls are pretty
By the scars on their chest
The dreams they confess
City
Close to the seaside
Close to the wrecked life
I call my own
Recorded over the space of a year, the vivid pop songs on the latest from themme fatale match sugary hooks with diaristic lyrics. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 13, 2022