We went down and drew pictures in crayons
The kinds of lives that we wished that we led
We folded them up and we threw ‘em all down
To the river like airplanes, like sleds
And you whispered my name like a secret
While the mice all around us played tag
And my chest, well it felt like a jailbreak
And my voice sounded like I’d been gagged
Whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa
And never, not once did we go back there
There are calmer waters to tread
But that day that you stopped speaking to me
Was the day that I always did dread
But you whispered my name like a secret
While ripples went frequent to few
And like so many treasure chests and drowning men
I let sink my thoughts full of you
And then I let sink my body, too
Guitars sparkle like distant constellations on the latest from Scythe, who delivers dazzling space rock on their latest LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 3, 2024