The New Hitmakers: How Social Media Is Rewriting The Rules Of Music Discovery
Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Paradise Lost I Despair
In your hands I'm trying flight I can't die In your hands I'm trying. In your hands I'm trying flight I can't die, I'm flying in the cold breeze every night Spare me all the strife My desires never tire but would it feel much better if I died? Petty highs get me by but how long must I live with this disguise... Have you no direction? I just sense pretentious signs... In your sighs Have you no direction? I just sense the pretentious signs In your highs... I hear the same old stories every night Spare me all the strife My desires never tire But would it feel much better if I died? Petty highs get me by But how long must I live with this disguise...
