I spit my teeth out in the hall
As I watched the words fall
and crumble onto the floor.
I retreat to the folds in my brain
Swimming in the matter grey
hoping I can find something to say.
Oh I got something to tell ya'
I love the way you look tonight.
Don't want to go back to the failure
The way you're slipping through my mind.
I wish I could make up my mind
Some days I'm sad, some days I'm fine.
Everyone says that this takes time.
I retreat to the folds in my brain
swimming in the matter grey
hoping I can find something to say.
Oh I got something to tell ya'
I love the way you look tonight.
Don't want to go back to the failure
The way you're slipping through my mind.
Australian multi-instrumentalist Nick Griffith tempers luxuriant yacht-pop arrangements with lo-fi touches across the sunny "7am." Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 1, 2020