Twisted yellow runs across your skin as the night falls, where we let our demons in. Whisper nothing, I'll return a lie, and in the dead of night, I'll just let out a sigh. We walked past empty houses with no windows. We woke up at the ocean with bitter cold on our toes. In the backyard, through the side door, we know how not to care anymore. You are me, beside me, where are we? If you can't say it now, then when? December wrists are aching from banging on keys with no doors. My fingers fret across your neck, that symmetry of yours. Sit me upright, right in the eye. You sure love this sailor mouth of mine. If you can't say it now, then when? Where are we tonight?
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i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth
Subsonic Eye combines math rock, dream pop, and guitar sounds borrowed from post-rock for songs that whirl and flurry, but never quite settle. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 15, 2023