tell me golden what you built take my hand and lift me up the hill to the city where you i really wanna understand your sin lift me up in underneath my tears for wanna squeeze me till i disappear city s these help my fun i m on the run when life is all turned inside out all i ve got s my teardrop guitar i wanna see you cry i wanna see you cry friends you make sections are my tiny you take and are cleared and cold and turned you what just get old when life is all turned inside out all i ve got s my teardrop guitar i wanna see you cry i wanna see you cry
['garage psych', 'noise pop', 'nu gaze']