This scope is fogged.
Our limbs get weak
Every subtle glance, a sight to seek.
A hunter's love is the hunted game
Running hearts don't beat the same
The type we seek, we do create
To fill a void that you've left open
Your chance to breathe will permeate
Every door that we have closen
The learning phase at which we were
Sparkles in eyes that look half-open
Your brand of tongue slips through the gums
As a love we hadn't chosen.
Muna Ileiwat brings an unyieldingly honest perspective to songs that tow the line between soft pop & crisp electronica. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 18, 2022