The streetlight, it is fading
So it glows a shade of red,
But I will not stop until I reach my bed
And then I'll waste the precious moments
That the night has with me alone,
But I'll keep the window open
Just to hear its song...
Just to hear its song.
Crumbling, falling speech patterns
Tripping from my tongue
But I can not bare to wait to see this sentence done
Crumbling, falling speech patterns
Dripping from my teeth
The awkward silences
Help my sentence breathe
The youthful, trembling choir
Starts to show its age
Only reading the reddest words
Placed upon the page
A crumbled piece of paper,
I am falling through the wind
I have words upon my face
that read the end.
Our good buddies, Sledding With Tigers, have created one of the best albums ever. You should listen to it a million times, and then listen to it again. KIDS.
The L.A. trio stand out with their fresh and forceful blend of post-punk, retro girl group, and reverb-heavy psychedelic bubblegum. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 20, 2017