Description

One-Stop, Indie rock, Medium tempo, atmospheric, dreamy, shoegaze, minimal, building, post rock, ethereal, breakup song, relationships, Male vocals, electric guitar, drums, percussion, New York City, New York, United States

Lyrics

I drag my cables through burning mud banks
Into your field of screaming lilacs
These are the rainy seasons
I don’t need any reasons

I tell my secrets to the birds that sing overhead
I lay my body underneath your iron bridge
I let the rosary say itself
I let you be all by yourself

First Kiss
Your First
Let it touch down on my face
There's no rush
There’s no fuss
I’ll move out when you’re wasted

I won’t be there
You won’t be there

First Kiss
Your First
Let it touch down on my face
There's no rush
There’s no fuss
I’ll move out when you’re wasted