I hear you on the top side
You sing of better days
And I will never mention this place
It's not about anything except what you are
The things you've taught me
The things you've torn apart
If I could go there now
If I could affect
Any change, anything left
Nothing will happen, now
I go there alone
I know. I know.
Waiting in motion that I could cease
While I wait for you on an empty beach
And never go back, back home
Those sleepless, endless nights
Oh, those birds in the trees
How empty they look
How empty they shook
I still feel the Winter
And I still feel the crash
I still feel the kiss
And I still want to ask
Of course, I will not.
I will only be all that I've been.
Nothing. Nothing.
Σtella's Greek-folk inflected pop sounds both vintage and subtly modern, like a lost gem sent from the magical nexus where 1966 meets 1986. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2022