what do you shadows say for yourselves?
what do you gotta say?
sit up and rip into me one more time
till i'm little and can't get out of bed
if you don't have a word that's nice to speak
you should save it
cuz i don't wanna know
It's a glorious swirl of Fleet Foxes, and Smile era Beach Boys.
It gently consumes you like a river's current as you float atop—getting that unexpected sunburn in September barnudiolikesyourband