Greg Freeman - Curtain (Official Video)

Official video for "Curtain" - out now: https://transgressive.lnk.to/curtain Off the new record "Burnover" out now on Transgressive Records / Canvasback Music Order "Burnover": https://transgressive.lnk.to/burnover Follow Greg Freeman:   / oldgraig   Directed by Carl Elsaesser Lyrics: Your eyes are like a curtain and the sun goes through it And a crystalline expression questions some kind of fall from grace Reflecting green shadows through black shutter curls Cruciform fossils lay excavated on your memory Like plaster-casted lovers whose kiss became the only thing That ever really mattered to a Vesuvian world My thoughts die out slowly on the blood swept plains where I see you every night And to the lonely hours, it’s like burning the furniture to keep the house bright at night The night is getting late and the horns have all been blown And the drummer’s looking cock-eyed on his rusty metal throne And I’m somewhere in the distance and you’re somewhere at home And I’m waiting for the money so I buy another drink And like a pile of dirty dishes you carry yourself to the sink Well the lake is out there freezing but it’s doubly alone If your heart’s not in it, then your hearts not in it, then my hearts not in it If your heart can’t take it, then my heart can’t take it, then my heart can’t take it If your heart can’t take it, then your heart can’t take it, then your heart can’t take it My thoughts die out slowly on the wind-swept panes where I see you every night And to the lonely hours, it’s like burning the furniture to keep the house bright at night.