Wishing at the stars, wondering, waiting.
Chasing games, no bed frames.
Sinking trails, wind in paper sails.
And the boys were throwing princes in [to blue].
They were sinking green into blue.
They were sinking green into blue.
They were sinking green into blue.
They were sinking green into blue.
She always told me, just be friends.
But I couldn't help, I couldn't help but love them.
And their mean words, from little tongues.
And backs pushed up against lockers meant -
It meant nothing to me then.
It meant nothing to me then.
It meant nothing to me then - to me then.
I was sinking green into blue.
I was sinking green into blue.
I was sinking green into blue.
I was sinking green into blue.
Dreams of trees are burning in my paper memory,
And holes are kept where he once slept - in my-
In my paper memory.
In my paper memory.
We are dancing green into blue.
We are dancing green into blue.
We are dancing green into blue.
We are dancing green into blue.
Heart-stirring art pop constructed from an intricate latticework of keys, guitars, and anthemic vocals in songs that go and go and go. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 13, 2022