i heard so many words today don t know what there s left to say in my way i would explain encapsulate a hurricane that s with me every night and day in my fingers and my brain the pressure that these words contain to love you is the highest high higher than the highest high to look you right into the eye my black haired girl she knows i love her conversation undercover we ll pay no mind to pouring rain below the branches make our way insects tumble we can fumble for words while the silence winds its lazy way into another day and i don t know what there s left to say
['bay area indie', 'garage psych']