Description

One-Stop, Pop rock, Medium tempo, personal, emotional, intimate, airy, building, reflective, atmospheric, indie, Male vocals, acoustic guitar, bass, drums, piano, Baton Rouge, Louisiana, United States

Lyrics

I wanna turn the cries down low, it cuts you off the line
It bleeds you every time you crawl, until you’re something like a coward little dog
Don’t wanna hear the black bell ring, I’m fitting with the mold of man
You cover your eyes and your sin
That’s how it’s been, so run away to your love
I’m gonna need some old type of devotion
That I got too far to find again
There was a joke no lyin’, I was a friend you called to find
There was a joke you hope would go rising, I was a friend you called confide in
Keep your eyes up to the playful ones
Finally you turn into the leaves to capture the golden sun
You thought I was tough, oh what can I prove