Papers on my bed.
That’s all I get these days.
It seems you're over me, but it's just over.
You got your new set of wheels,
But you forgot how these things feel.
Still every time I win,
Your look is all I look for.
Face it, it's never going to change.
Nothing can replace you.
It's simple for you to be.
While I fight to be free.
We had something good, I can't make it alone.
Papers are still on my bed.
That’s all I get these days.
It's over, it never feels right. It seems never over.
Face it , it's never going to change.
Nothing can replace you
Face it , it's never going to change.
Nothing can replace you.
Save me out of these nights.
Into your eyes. Take me back.
Face it , it's never going to change.
Some things are just there in you.
A fine piece of music, I admire the simplicity of it although the work behind it must be significant. There are a lot of small things that you can hear even after listening a track many times, this is some accurate and creative musical creation bobjohn
This NYC quartet channels the anxious, experimental nature of late '90s-early '00s Olympia indie rock in their tense, rhythmic post-punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 8, 2016