Luck Of The Draw

This track sounds like a confession under the southern summer sun, when the heat sticks to your skin and the air is full of fatigue and the smell of trouble. Here, there is a father with a bottle, a mother at the door, friends who dissolve in drugs, and a sky burning like a lantern of the apocalypse.

But instead of pathos, there is dry irony: life is a gamble anyway, so everything can be chalked up to ‘luck of the draw.’ It's funny and bitter at the same time: red boots, someone else's dress, blue hearts - like a masquerade on ruins.

This is a song about survival in chaos, where faith crumbles, hope slips away, but a strange stubbornness to live on remains - even if it's ‘by luck.’