SILENCE AT LAST
IS IT FOR REAL
NAP IS A SHELTER FOR THE WORDS
ARE YOU ASLEEP
AM I AWAKE
TIME STICKS ON MY FACE AND YOU LOOK LIKE A STAR
TIME STICKS ON MY FACE AND YOU LOOK LIKE A STAR
WHO WAS I BEFORE YOU
WHO WAS I BEFORE YOU
PACKED IN HER ARMS
YOUR FACE BREAKS APART
I’LL SEE YOU LATER
SHALL WE CRY
I LET MY CALLS FOLLOW YOUR VOICE
YOUR LITTLE HAND IS WAVING IN THE CAR
YOUR LITTLE HAND IS WAVING IN THE CAR
YOUR LITTLE HAND IS WAVING IN THE CAR
THE WALLS SOUND HOLLOW
I’M LOSING GROUND
I SPIN THE TOPS
UNTIL YOU COME BACK AROUND
WHO WAS I BEFORE YOU
WHO WAS I BEFORE YOU
THE WALLS SOUND HOLLOW
I’M LOSING GROUND
I SPIN THE TOPS
UNTIL YOU COME BACK AROUND
THE WALLS SOUND HOLLOW
I’M LOSING GROUND
I SPIN THE TOPS
UNTIL YOU COME BACK AROUND
supported by 5 fans who also own “Little Hand (Alternate Version)”
These lllllow rrrrriffs, oh my dear mother of a fucked up kid. It hurts.
Best way I can describe this is triple black coffee with a vermillion chili on top. And benzedrined sugar. YomaBarr
supported by 5 fans who also own “Little Hand (Alternate Version)”
The Heart EP is ARABROT experimenting intensely on the noise rock they create inside a wonderful musical world, I just really like this band alot. Darknight