Lend me your ear,
Make me your Valentine
Forget your fear,
There's nothing left to hide behind.
But battle lines.
He spends his days
Under a kind Sun.
In the land of milk and honey
She knows her race is won.
All it took was a quiet word and her will was done.
All it took was a quiet word and their will was done.
Choose Battle lines.
You know they'd take,
The stars from your very eyes.
So keep your wits, and your hopes in a clenched fist.
French artist Feu Follet returns with a collection of hooky, synth-driven tracks that bubble & pop like the best ’80s new wave. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 31, 2022