light. from small towns. by Crisis Sigil

street lamp on the corner
burnt into the sense of place
layout of apartment building
flowing through the veins of years

every particle means something
why can't it just mean nothing
is there a way to simplify?
why am i always running?
every part of this town is far too real
please let me go, please let me heal
what is possible?
oh god, what is possible?

held together by tungsten lights
shadows collect in the shape of a life
summer nights, swollen eyes
i wish i could dream
i wish i could cry

i wish i could cry

every particle means something
why can't it just mean nothing
is there a way to simplify?
why am i always running?
every street is far too real
please let me go, please let me heal
what is possible?
oh god, what is possible?

what is possible?
what is possible?
i see too much

• Electronic
• ambient
• concrete
• industrial
• Montreal