My mother would have my head if she knew what I did.
She'd have my head if she knew what I did.
You were the opposite of elegance, with a trace left of me on your fingertips,
a compromise of body and mind for you.
And everything that I'd been taught turned as black as the hair on the back of your arm,
your olive skin retreated again that night.
So I sat in my car with my head on the dash, waiting for this to pass.
My mother would have my head if she knew what I did.
She'd have my head if she knew what I did.
Visions of you from three nights before haunted me as a slipped out the door,
my rotten judgment rose above me once again.
I spun in my stool hoping that you would give me the attention I was accustomed to,
but it never came, you stayed the same: selfish, unkind and still in my way.
We found ourselves tangled up in words we didn't mean.
I'm guilty too, but somehow everything meant more to me.
Like winter branches lined with snow and ice, Sam Ray (Ricky Eat Acid, Teen Suicide)'s latest is delicate, spare, melancholy, and beautiful. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 3, 2018
Scottish rockers strip back their epic sound for a live session recorded in a converted 19th-century Glasgow church. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 19, 2015
The style of singing and lyrics fit this song so beautifully. It get's out all the pain of losing someone you care about while wishing them well. The whole album is solid however and I'm super happy to own this. RMP