Heaven's Gates by Ghost Camp

My flesh is bound to bone, my flesh is bound to bone
My soul is bound to hummingbirds, tongue travels a sea of words
To meet you right here
These doses give me heart attacks, I'm taking them in increments
To see you, this clear

Awake 'til we're alone, awake 'til we're alone
With streetlights made of spider eggs, I'm looking over anyway
To see you, this clear
Storming heaven's shores and gates and crossing over interstates
To meet you right here

• Punk
• post-punk
• shoegaze
• synth pop
• witch pop
• witch-punk
• New Brunswick