Octahedron

Desperate Graves

Cometh The Storm

Hunting Shadows

Modern Horror

Stay

Where’d you drift off?
Did you miss the land?
Left me adrift in fog,
Filling holes with sand.
I lit the flare, but you went blind
Coulda called, but changed your mind
Shoulda stayed, but played the kind
Of legs that never learned to stand

You said “maybe,”
I heard “never”
And it broke me
Too damn clever
Wish you'd want it
Just enough
But love for you was always rough

Shoulda, woulda, coulda said it
But you let me break within
Left the engine runnin’, sped it
Right back to where you've been
We were hanging by a thread
Spun from stars we never met
I would lose you just to prove
I don't use what I regret

I took the hit,
Swallowed every dull excuse
Poured a fifth
Just to get a little loose
Thought if I gave more than half
You’d let me make it last
But you vanished in the math
Now I’m proof you can’t deduce

You say “sorry,”
I say “maybe”
Like chopped off fingers
Our digits severed
You gave nothing
That was real
I gave you every ache I feel

Shoulda, woulda, coulda held me
But you folded, played it cold
Said you missed me, then repelled me
Watched me raise, watched me fold
We were comets pulled apart
By a wish that had no spark
I would rather break in two
Than be the one who left a mark

Now we're cobwebs in the attic
We were magic, then dramatic
Started comedic, ended tragic
And you vanish like a trick
I still see me in your madness
In the mess, behind the glasses
Told myself you’re not the axis
But I still revolve too quick

Shoulda, woulda, coulda saved it
But we drowned in all that light
Used to shine it, now we fake it
In the cracks between the night
You were someone I once knew
Built from stars and residue
I would lose you all again
If it meant I made it through

Shoulda, woulda, coulda saved it
But we drowned in all that light
Used to shine it, now we fake it
In the cracks between the night
You were someone I once knew
Built from stars and residue
I would lose you all again
If it meant I made it through

Shoulda, woulda, coulda
Shoulda, woulda, coulda
Shoulda, woulda, coulda
oh!


Shoulda Woulda Coulda

Sleeper

The Man Man

SLIFT • UMMON

Recorded by Olivier Cussac at Studio Condorcet, Toulouse.
Mixed, mastered and produced by Jean Fossat and Olivier Cussac.

Artwork by Philippe CAZA

Out 28th February, 2020 on Vicious Circle Records & Stolen Body Records

Sonar

Desperate Graves

The Mars Volta