The table is set and I’m on my own again,
how many good-byes until we say hello again?
As I crumble with wine by the bedside,
I’m starless and shining with eyes wide.
The last flight to London departs with you,
I’m left to the bottle, alone and so blue.
O so pointless… is that the point of this?
We follow into a hollow grasping at chance,
as the distance seems more distant everyday,
how can that even be possible?
Last flight to London departs with you,
I’m left to the bottle alone and so blue.
I know it’s wicked, I know it’s wrong
to go and keep loving what I know now is gone.
Australian collective Family Jordan explore complex emotions through soft alt-country songs that take the bucolic with the bittersweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2021