Sugar Horse - Spit Beach (Live at Signal House Studios)

WARNING CONTAINS BLURRY IMAGES OF FOUR MEN LOOKING TIRED IN A CONFINED SPACE...& SHOUTING

A live version of the last single from upcoming album, The Grand Scheme Of Things.
Available to pre order via Pelagic Records here: https://orcd.co/sugarhorse
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Light or shade
Kissed in constant motion,
Pride that comes before the fall.
Hand of fate ebbs on this great ocean,
Overworked still grey and old.

Just run like hell,
Destroy yourself.

Hope decays
Crumbles in slow motion,
Chlorine capsules for the soul.

The dead still breathe
They plug these leaks,
Bear teeth,
These ghosts haunt the rubble,
Now heave.

We beg reprieve,
To you besiege,
Bear teeth,
These ghosts haunt the rubble,
Now heave.

Here stands ancient blame.
Bound by concrete chains.
Self inflicted shame.
Handed down in flames.

Seems that we have become the butt of the joke,
Concrete cometh a smirk to soften the blow.