One-Stop, Indie folk, Slow tempo, airy, light, warm, personal, intimate, delicate, ballad, relationships, Male vocals, acoustic guitar, piano, electric guitar, bass, drums, synth, Fredericksburg, Virginia, United States
Oh, love wanes?as we get older.?The shift of space?Into your arms.
Should we say this now??Could we wait somehow?
Sink your teeth?into the autumn.?Weighed back down?and covered with snow.
Should we say this now??Could we wait somehow?
You open yourself to me now, ?and tethered us both into doubt.