Here I am, with all that I stand
Sleeping soundly, dreaming of what I can
Swaying, swirling, searching for answers I'll never get
And from all these things that bring me pain
The same pain that sweats through my glands
Push me good cause you knew that I would
Waiting to be kissed by the gleam of the sun
The sun, the sun
My only friend
The sun, the sun
Poke my lungs
Allow the fluids to wash over me
Wash me clean, wash me good
You're not aware
I've been waiting for my chance now
Baby, no excuses
I'm coming on home
I was washed once before
By the shore, I am it's whore
Nothing more, oh nothing more
Nothing more, god what a bore
No excuses (The sun, the sun)
No excuses baby (My only friend)
No excuses (The sun, the sun)
I'm coming home, I'm coming home (My only friend)
I'm rarely in awe. High Horse set something right in my brain that had been wrong for a while. Unexpected beauty, even in the ugly truths we have to face. modestwriggles
Sydney group Bloods decamped to Seattle to make this brief, punchy EP that pairs punk attitude with sky-high hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 20, 2020