As I engage the breaks
bones move out of place
The windshield breaks
Your beautiful face
The plans we've made
They get erased
Now I'm alone
From one mistake
I know I always used to say I give you my word but
You never expect spiders to come out of the wood work
Heavy head
In my Hospital bed
How can I live
If I wish I were dead
I long for you
to be In my arms
To be in my arms
Safe from all harm
I know I always used to say I give you my word but
You never expect spiders to come out of the wood work
I know i always used to say I give you my word but
You never expect spiders to come out of the wood work
This Atlanta group have a unique take on Americana, bridging queer cabaret culture of the 1920s and '30s with punchy contemporary rock. Bandcamp New & Notable May 28, 2019