my room is rather bleak and bare
the walls are dressed with solitude
and scars, no paint
sitting on a broken chair
I have a ghost, I touch his hand
but he don't care
now it's loneliness who comes at night
instead of sleep
to sit beside my bed
I don't have a crime to curse me
I crossed for a chance
I only wish if you could share
take my hand, don't hate
you're the reason I came
please don't hide, don't fail
in your closeness I'll remain
Stark, folk-derived songs built on brittle acoustic guitars that conjure the image of a fire burning in the distance on a dark night. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2022