I was much too young to be married
still I felt so proud, still I took a bow
in the skin of dreams, what strange submission
to sympathy and secrecy
remind me where I ought to be
what you made of me
I promise I couldn't care less
if you take me back or touch the scar
you sleeping saints, you pure hearts
under silver clouds and sheets of white sun
I'm your enemy, kiss me quietly
light the last fumes of my honour
and let me fly from paradise
Durham, NC singer-songwriter Skylar Gudasz makes intimate Americana delivered with dry wit and stunningly precise vocal acumen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020