there are black pots hangin round the sink before we stop to think were not the ones who need a drink before we stop to think and we stop to catch our breath and we stop fearing our death thats when we die and we stopped to tear apart the clock from our beating heart we would write our songs slow and we tried to speed them up we would write our songs soft then wed try to make them tough and we stop to catch our breath and we stop fearing our death thats when we die and we stopped to tear apart the clock from our beating heart1
['alternative rock', 'anti-folk', 'art pop', 'dream pop', 'indie pop', 'indie rock', 'lo-fi', 'new jersey indie', 'noise pop', 'permanent wave']