This town is way to small
I can feel the temperate swell at the silence
That I fill with nervous questions.
I am always 12 years old,
I am in my sunday school,
And I am ugly, scared, and I am pulling at my sleeves.
So you tell me, I cannot change the weather.
I know I've been a wreck,
But sometimes you just can't fight the current,
So I've been lying in the riverbed
Painting all the rocks a brilliant red.
Trying to remember the way you held your hands
In those crushed velvet seats.
Trying to compress. Trying to exist in a much smaller state.
You called me every night at 10
To see if I still cried at the end of every movie,
And your voice was so soft I always nearly fell asleep
Right before you asked me, "do you still love me?"
And I told you, "I cannot change the weather."
I know I've been a wreck,
But sometimes you just can't fight the current,
So I've been lying in the riverbed
Painting all the rocks a brilliant red.
Trying to remember the way you held your hands
In those crushed velvet seats.
Trying to compress. Trying to exist in a much smaller state.
supported by 5 fans who also own “Pulse Opera House”
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309
Across their second full-length, the London post-punks offer up thrumming motoriks, industrial tones, and sullen sing-a-longs in abundance. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024