Footsteps have fallen
The moon’s face is wavering on the ground
A tide is coming in
A pale crowd holds a new end
Like lovers in foreign lore
Left hoping we’re washed ashore
Haven’t we met before?
Look at me once more
With all the passionate poison and empty promise
That holds the cure & busts down the door to your apartment
Footsteps have fallen
Our last words are whispers laced with wine
The walls are closing in
The sunrise holds a new start
Like lovers, we now ignore
The welcomes we once outwore
Haven’t we met before?
Look at me once more
With all the passionate poison and empty promise
That holds the cure & busts down the door to your apartment
Where we collapse onto sheets
Trails of cotton eddies lie beyond our reach
The bedframe a black hole
Hollowing my soul
Leaving what we know
Swallowed in the sum of our desire
And by morning, I’ll sift the ashtray for you
Til much later, morning’s tide will wash away the dust of you
Elements of post-punk, psychedelia, and noise sneak their way into these thoughtful, energetic tunes. One thing's for sure: these dudes know how to bring the ruckus. Goodbye Tiger