Yours Truly from Hindsight by Orphan Mothers

On the precipice of what it was and what it is
A version of the very bliss
That made me call you close to me

It’s quite precarious to be the master of the mix
A feature of coincidence
Something appears so suddenly

Always on
my mind
You could even stay here
Glory to our love
Our days are numbered surely

In reverie you are always,
Always in reverie

I don’t need a pill to see you right in front of me
A phantom of what used to be
A vision of a mystery

For every time that you appear I feel it in the way I breathe
A fearful love that’s haunting me
A place that feels like home

• Pop
• ambient
• chill
• synth
• vocals
• regina