Milk & Bone’s Forgone: A Neon-Lit Journey Through Late-Night Introspection

Montreal’s electronic-pop duo Milk & Bone returns with Forgone, released as part of their Baby Dreamer EP.

Forgone is a haunting exploration of solitude wrapped in synthesised warmth.

Laurence Lafond-Beaulne and Camille Poliquin craft a sonic landscape where retro-wave drum patterns dance with ethereal vocals, creating an atmosphere that feels like stumbling upon a secret midnight disco for the beautifully broken.

The track’s production brilliantly balances vintage electronic elements with modern indie-pop sensibilities.

Arpeggiated basslines pulse beneath layers of ghostly harmonies, while the duo’s signature vocal interplay weaves through the mix like whispered confessions.

The lyrics paint vignettes of urban isolation – “No one’s knocking at my door/Not a body to care for” – while the instrumentation builds a cocoon of electronic comfort around the vulnerability.

Overall, it is a mood-driven electronic pop that manages to feel both intimate and expansive.

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Milk & Bone Forgone Lyrics

She’s just Running for space
Losing the race
She needs
A slower pace
A heart red of ace

Alone
Without a doubt
Changing the crowd
Forgone
Dropping the mask
Ready to distract

Fire all over me
Lately I’ve been only
Running from reality

Are they talking ’bout me
Whispers, secret parties
Life is lived when I’m asleep

No one’s knocking at my door
Not a body to care for
Lying eyes and metaphors

Slowly running out of hope
Minus fourteen ways to cope
Need me somewhere to call home

Never
Holding a hand
She plays in a band
Torture
Inside her veins
She used to be brave

Fever
She’s going mad
She needs him bad

Joker
Destroyer of girls
Of hearts and of worlds

Fire all over me
Lately I’ve been only
Running from reality

Are they talking ’bout me
Whispers, secret parties
Life is lived when I’m asleep

No one’s knocking at my door
Not a body to care for
Lying eyes and metaphors

Slowly running out of hope
Minus fourteen ways to cope
Need me somewhere to call home