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From the album "Children Of The Moon" out now Listen now→ https://dthw.sh/childrenofthemoon Buy Music & Merch → https://dthw.sh/statefaults → https://statefaults.com → https://www.deathwishinc.com → https://dogknightsproductions.com Director - Timmy Lodhi Director of Photography - Dominic Bowker Gaffer - Spencer Lemmon Production Assistant - Eric Molyneaux Follow State Faults: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/6D3k7skHIg72j2v9J4zT9b?si=dX5ZPzkFSV6UyIg7RMgIfQ Apple Music: https://itunes.apple.com/pg/artist/state-faults/519074495 Instagram; http://instagram.com/statefaults X: https://twitter.com/statefaults Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/statefaults #StateFaults #ChildrenOfTheMoon #DeathwishInc #DogKnightsProductions //LYRICS Turbulent Indigo The maelstrom in my head Coalescing echos a thousand basement ghosts Storms fall from your eyes Goddess born of thunder Steeples of light scattered endless rain All the miles I tread upon fall away Seconds fall to hours fall to days Do I get to start again Or have I closed the gates to heaven Now I’m on the edge I’m hanging by a thread at Bodega Head That wish I wasn’t here I feel it creeping in the shadows Cloak and dagger seasons Stick the knife in deep Floating in the night Above the lunar tide The sea starts to glow So I fall inside All the miles I tread upon fall away Seconds fall to hours fall to days Do I get to start again Or have I closed the gates to heaven Now I’m on the edge I’m hanging by a thread at Bodega Head I’m drowning in my own skin Clawing for another breath Another chance Why can’t I just let go Of all my old sorrow? Let me go Bound inside this fragile flesh Inside my chest I want to let me go I want feel the glow All the miles I tread upon fall away Seconds fall to hours fall to days Do I get to start again Or have I closed the gates to heaven Now I’m on the edge I’m hanging by a thread at Bodega Head I made a dying wish That real love might exist Everywhere I held a fading dream And felt it swallow me