I am just another moon of Jupiter.
One of 67, I fall back in line.
Guard my mind, trash the voice that's not you, talk in reverse.
Nevermind the pull of the weightlessly divine.
I am not nothing, I orbit backwards in revolutions you won't fight.
Jovian, I still believe in you. We are of one damaged mind.
We will never be the sun.
We will only win our own way.
We will always be each other's deities.
I'm not who you once knew; I want more than they do.
Dusty rings I can see right through.
All spaced out on your pull. In a way, I'm incorrigible.
A daughter of an undiscovered moon.
Kill all my darlings, I've got it bad for the purest blue of the softest nights.
Wake me up slowly, pour me out into the light.
We will never be the sun.
We will only win our own way.
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Stumbled across this great band because of Martha the band and I just love their sometimes melancholy garage-sound.
Also I like the acoustic songs.
I still remember seeing them live in my hometown when they were touring with Erica Freas and asked them for a setlist to have something to remember the great concert.
It´s hanging on my wall since that day :) Ninehundredninetynine
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