Winter has been waiting
Waiting for my final spring
Branches, leaves, sadness, sun and rain
Come batter me again with your old and cold
Glass lies shattered on the kitchen floor
Photograps in circled frames
Smashed and torn and the times and the memories reborn
The cupboard hides the dead that haunts me still
and the journey of our love, of my life, is halting more
So we ran out into springtime once more
Into the springtime knife!
And upon arriving we saw skulls through eyes filled with sadness
Through eyes without tears
Saw that autumn had come back
In the middle of spring
To take it all away
To shower me with pain
To end it all
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021