I'm sorry that I don't sing too good
I'm sorry that we're not already fucked
I'm sorry that you'll see me in your sleep
I'm sorry that silence is deafening
If you wanted anything at all
I'd give it to you I could fall
Harder than a drum
Lips in front of tongue tonight
I could almost taste the alcohol
Panicking slightly at the mall
Like a made up gun
Tonight I hope you love me still
There is a wind blowing
You hear it whisper
Futures it will follow you to
The gentle breeze wraps itself around you
And listens to each breath
It sings a quiet song
And alien as is it is to you
You know its verses
Its form against yours
The wind asks,
"Can we stay like this forever?"
The Seoul-based indie pop duo lean deeper into the interplay between dance and emotion on their second album for Beeline Records. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 31, 2023