This old and empty house
I aimlessly walk its halls
As I stare out the window
Framed by decaying walls
There are people hanging
Their clothes out on the lawn
There are pictures hanging
Of places I've never gone
My eyes look up
What do they see?
A certain stranger
Staring directly at me
I think to myself
'Are we in here together?'
I've got plenty of time
But sooner or later, sooner or later
I'm getting out
Swansea Skag cuts a defiant path through indie, writing songs that embrace lo-fi balladry as effortlessly as they do wild experimentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2023