I feel i'm ruining my luster,
with impatience... be patient....
I feel that i'm much less in person,
than on paper... on paper...
Not sayin' much,
Uhh get lost,
Go home.
Blissfully i see tripple hearts and i blink,
thin lips pale skin, dreaming of you....
Pale blue sheets, i walked past,
and i can hear the birds sing in my head....
I don't need a thing, i don't need a thing, i don't need a thing...
but you... Oooo
Thin toes, cold,
holding one another.
a boy walks into a botanical garden,
and sees nothing but bliss.
There's a site less pure, orientated, roll...over.
Slipping in and out,
of a pastel dream... so it seems...
And i love love love you...
and i miss miss.. miss you
and you don't even know my name.
A nostalgic record full of ambling rhythms, vivid imagery, and cotton-soft melodies tapped out on an ever-present ’70s synth-organ hybrid. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 11, 2021