I slipped away for some time, and I’ll drink away all my thoughts.
I stood you up one last time, but I see the world from the top.
Back to the cave, where I am from. I am glad you came, proxy lust.
I am sick of all you’re white lies. I’ll burn away as you watch.
(White lines)
Sever the ties for the sake of sanity. (I am best left alone)
Carry the lies, whatever the cost. (Repulse or make the grade, you see me just the same)
You’ll come around; you’ll see it my way. (I’m sick to the world)
I’ll fuck around and do it all again. (You take the cure and I’ll dissolve, content and self assured)
You take the high road, I’ll take the low, the better man stays the lane.
We all live and die inside the white lines.
On Sannhet’s latest album, produced by Peter Katis (Interpol, The National), their heaving instrumentals have new depth and breadth. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 19, 2017