pack the sentiment of what I know
leave the rest, it needs it's time alone
your eyelashes intertwined
an anchors height is meeting at your eye
and this house can't house me anymore
I'm on a trip just look at the marble floor
and don't speak I've heard those words before
I used to think they were nothing, but now I'm sure
I'm running out of patience
You're getting closer to it
compact their heads, they're owned, they're so inspired
living, dialling, reading, re-repeating
you're already half way down
leaving I look forward still the number's rising
and you know I always fell behind
leaving I look forward still the number's rising
but I swear that this is the last time
leaving I look forward still the number's rising
I'm running out of patience
You're getting closer to it
questions to answers, god I'll never know
was this obtaining or was this your soul?
The latest from Philadelphia’s Light Heat combines gentle, rippling melodies with hushed, pastoral indie rock arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2018