She stands on the edge of light,
breaking free from the long, cold night.

In the shadow she used to stay,
that melodies only she can hear,
but now her eyes ignite the sky
burning bold, she's learning to fly.

Shines again, like the morning sun
a quiet flame, now reaching higher
as she glows brighter and brighter
she stands on the  edge of light.

A wildflower bursting through cracks 
in the stone, she bloom
the mirror shows that she can.
Now she blooms, she blooms…

Shines again, like the morning sun
a quiet flame, now reaching higher
as she glows brighter and brighter
she stands on the  edge of light.

The edge of light

Purging my powerlessness over the infinite emptiness by serving up indie rock to the masses. 

Crafted and produced at home during an epic existential crisis. These songs came from outer space whence they shall return in due time.

Apologies if I wrote a song about you. It wasn't my fault. Peace.

I'll teach you to be crazy. Just shout the truth in everyone's face. No one believes it, and everyone thinks you're insane.

The edge of light

White Rabbit