Shot through the head
And I’m never coming back again
I’m not taking bets
Cause I’ve already reached the end
It’s cold outside and I wonder if these goosebumps are even real
It’s hard to tell when I know that I’m hibernating at the wheel
A break in the neck
To let me know that I was far too brave
A flatlining wreck
Going nowhere ‘cept a fresh-dug grave
It’s cold outside and I wonder if these goosebumps are even real
It’s hard to tell when I know that I’m hibernating at the wheel
Twisting and turning
Okay if you’re learning
But we’ve got no excuse
You start to wonder
So I start to come apart
That’s the bitter truth
YEAH!!!
I’ve got something else
And you’ve got something else
it’s cold in here, can we please close the windows of this hell?
You might have to see
That this is all I’m gonna be
You can cry and you can reason, it isn’t gonna help
It’s time to wake up from this dream
It’s time to wake up
It’s time to wake up from this dream
It’s time to wake up
It’s time to wake up from this dream
It’s time to wake up
It’s time to wake up from this dream
It’s time to wake up
Shot through the head
And I’m never coming back again
I’m not taking bets
Cause I’ve already reached
Already reached the end
Σtella's Greek-folk inflected pop sounds both vintage and subtly modern, like a lost gem sent from the magical nexus where 1966 meets 1986. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2022