American New Year by Post Cinema published on 2019-11-25T20:29:23Z I promised myself I'd keep the corpse out all night I'll find a reason for writing about love Then feel okay with everything done in this bed I promised myself I'd find myself lost at sea I'll buy into the myth of more enthusing local forecasts Maybe I'll shed this skin somewhere that crushes with its night sky Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope? Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope? Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope? Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope? To love yourself until you do the right For dragging you dying body up the beach For making new mistakes To keep going on and on about this Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope? (I'm starting to find out where I belong) Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope? (I'm starting to find out where I belong) Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope? (I'm starting to find out where I belong) Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope? (I'm starting to find out where I belong) Genre Indie Comment by NoobsCan Win it touched my soul ♥ 2019-11-29T06:59:40Z