Empty sky, the sun has set,
The moon’s asleep, hasn’t risen yet,
And us bandits are going down to the sea
Empty safes we left behind,
We stole their gold, now we’re off to find
A better life, in some other country
But I grow concerned when I see your face
Your mind is in some other place
I want to give you all that you desire
But it’s getting dark, and it’s getting dire
But your eyes are growing emptier day by day,
And I don’t know what else to say
Are you sorry that you chose this life?
You could have been a pastor’s wife.
But you left the church, and you left him at the altar.
I used to be a praying man,
But I lost my way, and found my hand
Pointing a gun at your father.
But I feel regret when I look into your eyes
You’re thinking of the life you left behind
I tried to give you all that you desire
Cause it’s getting dark, and it’s getting dire
But your eyes are growing emptier day by day,
And I don’t know what else to say
So give me a reason, just tell me why
And we’ll be leaving this group behind
Whisper in my ear, or just make a sign
And we’ll have disappeared by the sunrise
Empty soul, your faith is gone
You lost the hope that you counted on
The days grow shorter, and the nights grow longer
And your eyes are growing emptier day by day,
Oh, I don’t know what else to say
A new record from Sondre Lerche is packed full of big hooks, bigger feelings, and twinkly instrumentation more minimalist than baroque. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2020