rene make a promise to me let your hair grow to your knees and i will not be far you ll not be in harms way rene the stragglers bring mud to your door and trouble for all those who mourn but do not answer it stay inside and leave the lights unlit and night and day i watch you hide away rene oh the full moon can t afford the pull that s coming from the likes of you and oh to tell you i bet it said if it wasn t for me the waves won t come high in its bed it goes moving with your moving car it said the hardest part is getting older the hardest part is getting old rene you ve a way to row through a lake of fire and fog of cigarette smoke the dirt eating moon don t hurt her be good
['bubblegrunge', 'folk punk', 'indie pop', 'indie punk', 'indie rock', 'small room']