Thursday Songtext
von Moth Collector

It feels like winter that stayed too long
A scream that got stuck in my throat
A problem we need to solve
With nothing but hope


It′s like watching a future that shrinks
As the past bloats and expands
Feeling trapped somewhere inbetween
With no way to escape

It feels like home
It feels like... home?

So many nights I've spent, carving onto my bones
Anger and despair, forgotten but not gone
No matter where I am, the past still lingers on
And when my bones are touched, it still feels like...