Open up the curtains
Open up a window
Smokers down below, they don't know what we have
Open up your eyes
I should open mine
I stayed asleep for far too long the last time
I never knew what I have
Now I do
I'm covered in scratches
Hopefully this time they will not fade
But I'm so worried the ghost spat the truth and I can't chance
'Cause I love you today
I just hope that I'm okay
And that I do not fuck it up again
I'm not sure how you cope
'Cause you've been used to coping far too long
Smokers down below, they don't know what coping really is
I'm glad that I got you
And I'm glad you got through
I never knew what I had
Now I do
I'm covered in scratches
Hopefully this time they will not fade
But I'm so worried the ghost spat the truth and I can't chance
'Cause I love you today
I just hope that I'm okay
And that I do not fuck it up again
It's smokers again
Ex-boyfriends extend nights out towards my ends
And cigarette breath is almost worse than nothing
But it's not worth noting that the only space smoking fills is your lungs
And time you could be out there dancing
I'm covered in scratches
Hopefully this time they will not fade
But I'm so worried the ghost spat the truth and I can't chance
'Cause I love you today
I just hope that I'm okay
And that I do not fuck it up again
Devon Church embraces a warm and introspective singer-songwriter sound evocative of Lee Hazlewood and Nick Cave on his latest. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 26, 2023