The story is old
Mustn't tire, mustn't fold
Mustn't waste precious time time time
My heart's in the sun
But my thoughts could be anyone's
Let her fade, let it go down down down
We all want pretty things
And damn the pain they bring
At least that's what she said
It's dark where we tread
Seas flow deep and red
Sweet to tongue
My will is often bled
Her voice dulls my brain
From her mouth my skin is stained
Damaged hearts they seek out further pain
We all want pretty things
And damn the pain they bring
The moon and stars above,
We all want pretty things
The life and joy they bring
Forget the light above
Company is my friend
Gimme some love I'll bend
Company is my friend
Bend me and break me again
Giving it all again
Show me some love I'll bend
Give me your all again
Bend me and break me...
The story is old
Mustn't tire, mustn't fold
Mustn't waste precious time...
We all want pretty things
And damn the pain they bring
At least that's what she said oh oh oh oh
We all want pretty things
The life and joy they bring
Forget the light and consciousness above
Σtella's Greek-folk inflected pop sounds both vintage and subtly modern, like a lost gem sent from the magical nexus where 1966 meets 1986. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2022