Angel Olsen | Windows
won’t you open a window sometime?
what’s so wrong with the light?
Learning to love a disaster
Direct your soul in the essence of light
To draw the blood of the master
The stains on your wings now carry the fray
Tell that she
Embraced the glory vengeance brings
Hold, curl in tight
Illuminate the light
Well, lately I’m sick of listening to modern punk. And I’m sick of all these fucking kids I gotta know, all these shitty kids I’m supposed to know.