i was in the backyard hanging up the laundry
when you ran out from the kitchen and pulled me back inside
something in your voice, i could tell you were in trouble
but i couldn't put my finger on how or why
who could ever blame you, wanting what you wanted
just a little bit of comfort and a pretty place to hide
who could ever blame us children for believing you
that anything could happen if we'd only close our eyes
now you're pacing like a panther bloodless in a cage
you are a dancer of the hunt without the memory of a kill
i'll be in the backyard, call me if you want me
i'll be waiting with my eyes closed
sitting very still
An easy-to-love combination of emo and jangle pop, the first full album from Spirit Night in eight years feels bathed in a golden glow. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 8, 2023