They called me spellbound, and it sounds so beautiful
Though they bell, book and candle it out of me.
I can chew when I dream, and I can fight when I dream
I ride and they bow…
I’ll be the last of the Habsburgs I know
No king should walk as I walk
And on the tit for far too long
She cries in the night
And in the morning her eyes widen though she keeps her smile in place
While I can only rictus in return
With a tongue that can’t win her
Words spit and mangle my replies
When they question all my devils but it’s only me who answers
I’ll be the last of the Habsburgs I know
(She’s not a vessel I can fill with earth/
She’s not a vessel for an empty prayer/
There is no end to this. No end to this)
credits
from Peste,
released November 4, 2016
Written by Daniel Cochran
Dreamy indie rock from Bangalore's Black Letters captures the ambiguities of loss, longing, and growth in moving into a new phase of life. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 3, 2019