The winter started dying with a Southerly breeze
The scratches on your elbows and the scrapes on my knees
I was hibernating somewhere up in the stacks
Maybe I could learn to relax
But it's long, so long
And I have never been so tired
Exhaustion of a life well spent
In days of constant movement
The narrative was ending, we were running apart
Circumstances turning so cold and bizarre
A fictional addiction and some time spent alone
Time to find a place of my own
Sleeping in the hedges on the side of the road
I just wanted you to come home
But it's wrong, so wrong
And I have never been so tired
Exhaustion of a life well spent
In days of constant movement
The former frontman of the Pains of Being Pure at Heart lets loose with a passionate, Dylan-esque record full of razor-sharp lyricism. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 2, 2021