Folk, Indie, lo-fi, rocking, poppy, easy going, laid back, gentle, alternative, nostalgic, reflective, contemplative, sentimental, Electric guitar, bass guitar, drum kit, female vocals, lyrics
Red lights beat through shadows and lay like carpet on the bar.
I talk in waves to happy fellows while some jackass plays guitar.
Oh its hard.
Graveyard ghosts come out on weekends to perch like pigeons on my wall.
They know how all on which I depend dies easily without your call.
Oh its hard.
Lets start the day with losin bets, set our dials and crash our cars.
Lets feed that baby cold regrets, now we know she wont get far.
I will wash all of my windows to better see the same old view.
Ill pretend to roll in pillows, though all the needles poke right
through.
Oh its hard.