Summer-time I'm alone.
Warm air changes little.
If you could be in bed with me
I'd slide to the edge just to cool off.
Falling into inconsistencies.
All of us change.
I'm a human being, I'm alone.
All I can do
is try to brush it off.
Dead stop
on my beat four wheels.
I don't know where we've gone, no sir.
Check the map,
where's the cigarettes,
the snacking bag?
Where the fuck's my Nalgene at?
Oh, I lost it again.
Damn, I lost it again.
Balls deep,
raging in Idaho.
All I want is post-rock
blowing my ears off.
Post-rock, post-rock,
blowing up in my face.
Smith's Ferry up the road.
Dirty feet, windows down.
Those books in the back get blown.
Horizons whispered to me
words to write down.
Dead stop, dead stop.
Old tar under my feet.
I'm sunshine shirtless.
My energy weaves up from the road.
"I wanna know everything."
Well that's just gibberish.
And I've seen it before:
lie to me, you just beat me up.
I'm falling back on old buried me.
Please, wear your heart on your sleeve.
Manifest transparency.
Let me into your mind,
we'll go soft and slow.
I'm dreaming tentatively of you,
where I'm slipping down those walls
you've made.
Little girl,
you grew sunless.
Water was hard
and you were drowning.
Sunless, sunless.
I don't think
there is any hope for you.
credits
released January 8, 2019
Sean Coates -- vocals, guitar.
Produced by Slow Disco.
Recorded and engineered by Jo Robak at BVG Studios in Portland, Oregon.
Album art by Slow Disco.
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