Your Playlist: Lucy Rose

It’s Friday night and I’m listening to Is This Called Home by Lucy Rose. Here are the opening lines: 

When you’re running out
And you hear them coming like an army loud
No time for packing
When you’re running out
You fall to the ground
But you’re holding on
Is this called home?
Land turns to dust
This can’t be home
Time’s running out for us

Consider it as an accompaniment to your asylum class.

-KitJ