Waving ribbons in the night
We're forgetting left and right
Oh, misty-eyed I feel so alive, it reminds me of the time I thought I almost died
My heart was pumping lead and I was sweating bullets and I couldn't breathe and then I was fine
Standing on a stack of shingles on a rooftop I have never seen before
Colors collide and words cannot describe the things my eyes are taking in tonight
Oh empty cans and black plastic bags are such true signs of life in their own way
But all they ever bring to mind are elusive words that you can't fucking say
And when we finally checked the time
We were on the wrong subway line
We hardly even thought to care, but we surely had no business being there
And running through 3 a.m. mist, the only thing I thought was "hell, I love this"
And all this nonsense is the time I'll miss, even if we wasted it
And all this nonsense is the shit I'll miss in years, when it will not exist
And I'll remember times like this and wonder, who would ever bring an end to it?
The Los Angeles power duo explore a world of "guitars, grunge, and gas station burritos" on their debut album, a riff-fueled road trip. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 11, 2021