A beacon, a pile and tired eyes

from by ISWH

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i pile up memories like logs
i am safe, now tear my heart out
smoke ascending
consuming the sadness
vibrant colours
keep me warm

you're my princess for a fortnight
and a ghost for the rest of the year
let's take the shortcut through the winter
and skip heartbeats and heartbreaks
and rest those fake smiles
so let's just skip summer, skip birthdays, skip feelings
'til the new year

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from Indian Summer Westward HO!, released March 3, 2014

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ISWH Dresden, Germany

Four lads living in Dresden and Berlin playing a mix of
post-/emorock.
They already knew each other for a long time when they decided to start a band in summer'13.

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