Dija from Pan by Luis Betancourt

Simulation is on, has it even begun, so much taking of time
cloistered unfamiliar faces drawn to narrow light
Expectation is not, with without second thought, where is god in the polls
measurement a reticent return to the unknown

Shake it off put the pause on that and wonder one day wander one day
Leave it on it's the magic that will keep you singing keep us in it
What is now but a fading veneer keep them eyes on the ceiling mind on a feeling

Never nearer to awe, cannot see what they saw, staying clear of the ghost
temperate and tempered by not always but almost
Holding on by the stem, maybe me maybe them, letting science reveal
something less a savior than just something we can feel

• Alternative
• acoustic pop
• experimental rock
• indie folk
• low-fi
• singer-songwriter
• New York