She sits alone wearing her dark sunglasses
Holding a candle and a box of matches
She turns away but in your head she's yours
She doesn't even know you're there
All that you can do is stare
Head on over if you dare
Why must we play these games when we both know what's right you should be mine
Am I to blame s'gone bad to worse so what's the point give me a sign
Gave all i got it's not enough so once again I sense a trend
In my mind we're flying high so please don't let it end
Walking on home about a mile to go
I stop and feel the breeze consuming me
Realise I'm heading in the wrong direction
And then I think of you alone
Maybe I'll call you on the phone
One day I'll have you for my own
Why must we play these games when we both know what's right you should be mine
Am I to blame s'gone bad to worse so what's the point give me a sign
Gave all i got it's not enough so once again I sense a trend
In my mind we're flying high so please don't let it end
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024