There are days I don’t get out and there are days for sun
There are minutes, hours, and weeks when there is nothing but
Unforgiving words a-nestling up in my head
And there are months and seasons when there’s only love instead
So when I’m full and need to pour out every beam in me
That’s the time when I will run to my only love
There are looks and glances from the strangers in the park
They look as if they know that I wish I was in the dark
And there are many times when I wish I could say hello
And introduce myself though there is nothing good to show
But the tides will turn again
Of that I’m well aware
So when the tide is high I’ll put my sail into the air
And I will say “I’ll see you there” to my only love
Every day is slightly shorter than the day before
Every door I open just reveals another door
But every step I take does surely land upon the floor
So who am I to think that I should want to ask for more?
I would like to let go of the hunger that I feel
How can such a rich boy still be so inclined to steal?
The daytime surely doesn’t feel the need to steal the night
So why do I still feel as if I have to use my might
To steal attention and reflect it to my only love
Two girls and two guys from Geneva, Switzerland, make raucous and danceable Slits-esque punk songs with lyrics in English. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 30, 2016