From my tape deck there's a recklessness. Inflections of the world we want. All my friends, my rusty truck. Were just specs of love, directionless. Well call this band just what we want. We can
Church bells toll. Thunder roars around me. I’ve been warned to prepare myself. For the fall. . I’m armed to the teeth with tender pain. Of all yesterdays. . Tears on tape. I will follow
Church bells toll. Thunder roars around me. I’ve been warned to prepare myself. For the fall. . I’m armed to the teeth with tender pain. Of all yesterdays. . Tears on tape. I will follow
