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White Lanterns (​灯​籠​流​し​)

from The Golden Age of Gloom by polaroids

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The first single from our new album, "The Golden Age of Gloom," out this summer!

lyrics

I never knew how much I cared until those last few days you were in death's snare. Spring had finally come, the blossoms filled the air, as you wilted to nothing in a hospital chair.

Is there comfort in knowing your string's been frayed, or a burden to those who don't want you to fade? Will you be holding my hand from beyond the grave? Can you hear the violins from beneath the waves?

The droplets of rain collect on the glass searching for someone (or something) to send them back to the clouds in the sky, or the wind in the trees, or the stars in the night that wink down at me.

Is there comfort in knowing your string's been frayed, or a burden to those who don't want you to fade? Will you be holding my hand from beyond the grave? Can you hear the violins from beneath the waves? Because I realize now just how far I’ve strayed, and I realize it won't just how much pray. Because your thirteenth trump has already been played, and you've sung the final note in your last refrain.

Once we burn our bones to ash beneath the funeral pyre, are we judged and sentenced to endless death or sent back to earth with wings of fire? Are any ready when the robins tap to loosen their grip and wave goodbye to the past? To feel a final shudder as the rabbits pass atop our pillows of dirt and mountains of grass?

"There is death on the road. Death on all the roads.”

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from The Golden Age of Gloom, released July 27, 2018

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