The Hands Of time have stopped,
for a second nothing matters,
my fear of death, abandonment ,my selfishness ..
but sadly nothing ever last,
i wake up in the mouth of the cold night ,
all alone.. routine has buried me alive.
I am killing time,
once again,
as i lay there,
I'm just wishing ..wishing.
saving your pennies to throw down
the wishing well,
while sadly you can't control the roll of the dice.
60th the time is right,
i see more drunks than i see stars,
the only thing that keeps me warm ,
is the thought of this..
Under all These lights I'm still cold.
Under all These lights I'm still cold.
Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2024