Sweet Madelene - The Bright Light Social Hour

Space is still the place

The weight of weightless faces faces straight

Our dreams are lies replaced

We reach out past the trace until it’s gone

Sweet Madelene

You don’t know my name

Deep as the heat

I can’t stay the same

Red hands, suntipped pine

A strange fruit left inside

I will climb my way out

I don’t ever wanna turn around

Sweet Madelene

You can let go of your ghost

Fruit from my lips drips on your whipping post

Southern charm, bred of harm

Surrender to the sound so close

I will climb my way out

I don’t ever wanna turn around

Space is still the place

The weight of weightless faces faces straight

Our dreams are lies replaced

We reach out past the trace until it’s gone