Clever indie band.
Welcome. This is the first in a succession of internet developments. Proceed.
Story behind the song
The other Chris song. I think the big studio helped with more dynamic arranging, but, in the end, I think we could've done it better for Phil. The ballad.
Lyrics
I can't sleep to wait. Wake I still cannot. Anemic tree lines push snowcaps on sore eyes. Lick the glue on a self-rolled cigarette. Lick it, too, on a self-told letter to you. It's the one place now I'm alive: in between the lines. We find each other much as one must find another. Why a need to speak when you're physically articulate. I feigned sleep for yearsit felt. Like all sheep: legs packed, broken for meat. And I can't count now. The herd is building in amount. Would a tear soak paper where you read, where I'm black and white, yet the blood rushed to my head. The colors all over the news.
