3 a.m. when the phone rings. He’s alone again. She’s out with friends. Remembering better days, but it’s the last time. For the voice on the line breaks the news to him.
Just let it sink in. There is nothing left to take. Give it away. It is all going up in smoke. Build her up, then tear it down. Keep your foundation strong. You won’t crumble for long.
Scattered splinters from the shattered mirror of memory. He sits in the House that Jack built, painting shadows on the walls. If she’s gone, what’s he got left to give? Now his longing has a name- it goes by the name of Misery.
Just let it sink in. There is nothing left to take. Give it away. It is all going up in smoke. Build her up, then tear it down. Keep your foundation strong. You won’t crumble for long.
The truth and the fiction, separated by words better left unsaid. You should never ask questions you don’t want the answers to. It’s not in what you’re saying. It’s all in the delivery. And now his longing- it has a name.
You’ve made a name for yourself [x12?]
What’s the use in pretending that your longing means a thing? All of your longing don’t mean anything [x2]. (Just let her go) There is nothing left to take. Give it away. (Just let it sink in) You won’t crumble for long. Let it sink in. [x2] Just let her go. Just let it sink in. [x2] Going up in smoke. Ooooo… just let her go.
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