Hey, bite your tongue!
It is the singer, not the song,
it is the warble and groan.
It’s the migration of monarch butterflies,
and other things I won’t disclose.
Bite your tongue!
It’s “Wild Love”.
She’s not like you,
she can’t say no.
Hey, cross my heart!
Wild horses have no tracks,
and stained glass windows have no eyes.
I’ll say it over, for what I know for sure
has been proven wrong so many times before.
Cross my heart!
It’s “Wild Love”.
She’s not like you,
she can’t say no.
It’s not like that,
it ain’t gold.
I’m the lost sailor
this ain’t my home.
A concept record about taking a bath, this dreamy EP splits the difference between chillwave, vaporwave, and yet-to-be-discovered waves. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2019