we who have nowhere to go
torn and melting with the snow
we crush the pills and dance around the room
and hope that someday we will be in bloom
i can see it all
higher than a mountain, higher than the clouds
higher than the free world, dragging and my feet and dragging me
down
plastic bags that smell of sweet
colors taken from your dreams, a sudden
smoke of voices you can breathe
in subtle waves of stinging self-defeat
i can see it all
higher than a mountain, higher than the clouds
higher than the free world, dragging at my feet and dragging me
down
down
down
dragging me down.
Smooth, luminous pop from this Atlanta singer-songwriter, whose guitar playing is heavily influenced by tropicalia. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 15, 2018