You are my sunshine, my darkest night.
I couldn’t leave you, even if I tried.
You looked like suicide, I took a bite.
It’s getting dark out, shine a light.
Shine a light.
Burn on. Burn on.
Some kind of light is shining and burning
out your soul.
Shine it on.
You look like suicide
Now I’m cinders from outside in.
A voice of ashes passed through sin.
You look like suicide, give me a bite.
It’s so black out, shine a light.
Turn on. Turn on.
A kind of fire that we can acquire
to burn us all.
Shine on.
In the darkness there’s a midnight sun.
Watch it burn. Become the red one.
So we turn, with heat on our faces.
Let the sun find a place.
Sun circle, sun circle…
We are the darkness and the light.
Sun circle, sun circle…
We go around, go around singing.
We go around, yes we are consumed.
We go around, go around singing.
We go around, yes we are consumed.
We go around and around in the night, now we are consumed by fire.
We go around and around in the night, now we are consumed by fire.
We go around and around in the night, now we are consumed by fire.
We go around and around in the night, now we are consumed by fire.
Screamo, post-rock, and a little black metal meld together for Virginia quartet Infant Island's signature immersive and melancholy sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2020