Long and drawn out
Our artificial goodbye
This nostalgic feeling of emptiness
That plagues my soul
Drapes of colour interplay
The romance with the muse
I'll watch and wait for the subjects speech
Never
Does she dance I hope she is not the first to burn
Her silent epiphany
Never
Does she dance I hope she is not the first to burn
Sealed In oil
With eyes that no longer exist
And a scattered past of poverty and sickness
That will never make her kneel
Nothing can inhibit /the brush stokes
Of nails hammered by the son
Posing in modest glory
Her heart forever sealed
With a starry reflection you leave
The gallery so eloquently created
I'll watch and wait for the subjects speech
Never
Does she dance I hope she is not the first to burn
Her silent epiphany
Never
Does she dance I hope she is not the first to burn.
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021