And it wasn’t long, before i fell for a hole where no heart
Had ever lived. Falling for a fort just to crawl
Running. All the wounds- theyre running down to our shoes
Robbing and grave, carry them away- you found an old soul
Cabinets are closed, call me out i know, I wont find your glass
Make it strong so we can air it out while he sings in the back
Kingsland turns Nassau, Scholes it but a passing accident
I never said he was perfect but truth is that it worked out like nothing ever had
You dont have to move if you don’t love me anymore
Started with a night- ended with a why, humboldt took me home
Said it wasnt me below the bqe I called out your lie
I’m praying now to saint james, she’s living off the R train, he’s living out of bags
I always said he was perfect- and saint james he was perfect and im burning off the wax
You don’t have to move if you don’t love
No you don’t love me anymore
And it wasn’t long before I fell for a hole where no heart
Had ever lived- falling for a fort just to crawl
Running. All the wounds are running down to our shoes
Robbing any grave, carry them away, you found an old soul
Erudite chamber pop that hearkens back to the elegant and experimental production of the 1960s, swinging from melancholia to playfulness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2016