I cut the breaks so many miles ago
And the way that I'm driving both of us should know
As we sail off towards those distant desert cliffs
both of us knowing we'd given the other the slip
And as I gaze upon your face your hair turns a golder red
All of sunset haloed round your head
And I think to myself you eyes are pools i could slip in
I could drown in the them, and be better off for it
But if I was to look for diamonds in the notches of your spine
To fathom the shape of beauty in myself i could not find
And if it was a mistake to look for loving from a friend
Then it was a mistake I'd gladly make again
I cut the line before you knew my name
Before I should become somebody to blame
Now your hand's on my knee, I'm white knuckling the wheel
Oh my god if that steering column could feel
You spoke of the sunset, all that deeper red and gold
While your mouth walked circles around my throat
Yet I will hold aloft your words wrought in lead
Better off lonesome than better off dead
A new single from David Luximon is mesmerizing and atmospheric, soulful vocals alternating with heartfelt spoken word. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2020