Where will we go,
when our eyes seem cold?
Will I feel my hands?
We'll be waiting to fade away from earth.
What's going on?
Summer has come to an end
And winter comes
All my friends have suddenly changed
You let your hair grow
I shaved mine all again
You bought new clothes
Mine's are from seventh grade
We talk about enviromental change
You say you don't give a shit about the government.
Where will we go,
when our eyes seem cold?
Will I feel my hands?
We'll be waiting to fade away from earth.
Discussing colours, an ice cream in each hand
Kids are laughing at us and adults
They simply don't understand.
Your point is black
My point is light
Your point is your kind of eye
Let's wait 'til we fade away
Where will we go,
when our eyes seem cold?
Will I feel my hands?
We'll be waiting to fade away from earth.
Australian multi-instrumentalist Nick Griffith tempers luxuriant yacht-pop arrangements with lo-fi touches across the sunny "7am." Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 1, 2020
A split cassette archives the recordings of two youthful Massachusetts bands, whose sounds range from math rock to dream pop to punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2018