Faces dimly lit under over hanging kitchen lights
We sat on the floor
What makes this night so different from other nights?
Well an exodus of sorts
Our brain floods our heads with thoughts
That soon we'll be alone
Surrounded
Surrounded
We cannot help but cry
I try to hold tears back but I
Know it's not the last time
Seven years condensced in to a night
This'll be gone soon
It'll be expensive train rides to the moon
And then I'll be alone
Surrounded
Surrounded by
The throbbing face of the crowd
A thousand faces that scream too loud
I can't scream loud
The throbbing face of the crowd
A thousand faces that scream too loud
I'm new again
I'll have to make myself again
I don't want to not see my friends or find new ones to know
I hope that they don't end up like my Primary School ones though
'Cause I said we'd always be friends
Now look I've gone and lost touch with them all
I don't want to see the ones I love now
And not recognise their smells
But be
Surrounded
Surrounded by
The throbbing face of the crowd
A thousand faces that scream too loud
I can't scream loud
The throbbing face of the crowd
A thousand faces that scream too loud
I'm new again
I'll have to make myself 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