And we come out of nowhere
Fingers faces of strangers
How strange
And we steal air from sunlight
So we can skip the moonlight
How strange
And we funnel through the systems
Smiling politely with them
How strange
And we sing songs we don't know
That we wish we did know
How strange
And we all come and go
Like we got nowhere else to go
Picking fights when flowers in the road
Could use a little more sun
Could use a little more love ^_^
credits
from Off The Ground,
released November 15, 2011
Music & Lyrics by Tom Breed
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023