No salvation from the longing
No excuses to be made
Barely waken for a new day
He has stepped on the crusade
No assurance for the future
No redemption from the yearn
Deadly sleepless in the airport
She is waiting for her turn
Thousand miles out, fingers crossing
Could she put him out of mind?
First for exit hair hangs loosely
Rushing outside colorblind
He stands perplexed, bell’s still ringing
Might have left for a better life
Always late for a couple of hours
That’s his long-time precious style
Day sloping to the end
Everybody’s home making their beds
Deep inside the bar
Drawing on a drink
Failed it at the core
He’s the one to blame
Night falling down the streets
Everybody’s done doing daily deeds
On a desert bridge
Grinding out a stub
Failed it at the heart
She’s the one to blame
Planes flying high above
Each one with its path
Each one on its strip
His – an empty tub
Hers – a smoked out pack
Thousand miles away
Victims of jet lag
supported by 6 fans who also own “Victims of Jet Lag”
In 2019, I was in Salisbury and attended the Alphabet Business Convention without knowing any artist. Lost Crowns was my favourite band that played there. Pablo P.
supported by 5 fans who also own “Victims of Jet Lag”
Plus de cuivres, plus de cordes, des arrangements encore plus fabuleux pour un album concept immersif ; Methexis est une entité musicale en perpétuelle évolution... Génial ! Que dire de plus ? Poesy Rider
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Earthy, jammy progressive rock with thick, chewy guitars and tasty organs. The music is loose and drawn out but rarely loses itself. Just a really vibin' listen. impressivelad