Over the radio I hear your voice so small and blue. If I had something to say would you hear me out and not take words back? Your eyes have had it now go away. Get some sleep while I stay. It’s too late, too late slow down. Let’s starve, go mad and lose ourselves. Has your mind gone away or found a home where you know what’s true? Don’t you feel young and strange as we move on out on our own?
Bass, Guitar, Lo-Fi
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