[Verse 1] Face down in the frost Jaw locked on your name Clouds hang from my tongue Breath burning like blame
Your outline in ash Scrawled quick on the glass Handprint Then it fades Too quiet Too fast
[Chorus] I keep a mouth full of winter Can't spit your memory out Every word cuts my lips open Every scream drowns in the shout I built a house out of distance Laid the walls brick by doubt I keep a mouth full of winter Letting the warmth bleed out (bleed out)
[Verse 2] Streetlamp in the fog Halo on the bruise I walk where we split Cold choosing for you
Boot tracks fill with dark Snow swallowing sound Heart hitting my ribs Like it wants to be found
[Chorus] I keep a mouth full of winter Can't spit your memory out Every word cuts my lips open Every scream drowns in the shout I built a house out of distance Laid the walls brick by doubt I keep a mouth full of winter Letting the warmth bleed out (bleed out)
Stijl van muziek
Blackgaze wall of sound; male vocals. Guitars in dense tremolo minor voicings, stereo-panned into a smeared, towering wash. Relentless blast beats that surge, then pull back into half-time swells like a storm breathing. Bass glued to the guitars, barely distinguishable, thickening the midrange fog. Vocals buried and distant: harsh, keening shrieks in verses, drifting into fragile, almost-whispered melody in the chorus. Huge cavernous reverb on everything, occasional feedback surges and held chords that let the sky open between assaults., blackgaze