Gloam - Rolo Tomassi

The reckless oaths of youth

Our futures, shrouded with ghosts

Each division, with precision, tears me up

Are you receiving transmissions?

Do you copy?

What’s your position?

Is anyone out there?

A stranger in my own home, re-ignited fear

Open my eyes & disappear

With colourful flaws

That echo through eternity

Our division

My superstitions

Haunt me

Does it crush you?

(I feel it crush me)

I’m at fault, does it linger?

(A constant looming) re-offender

I can’t pass on blame when it’s there to share

A fading image of who we were

My recollections come and go

On repeat, constant cycles

These divisions, my inhibitions come and go

Finding things I thought I’d lost

Losing things I’d never had

These divisions, their incisions, cut me up

Sometimes we lose our way

But I can hold dear those memories