there's a rushing of the pine trees as i pedal past your doorstep
and it fills me with regret oh it fills me with regret oh
and i used to be courageous and able to face this
but how quickly i forget oh how slickly i forget oh
and underneath my tires is the whizzing of wet pavement
and it whispers back your name to my pain and shame
and i see your face in every cloud until i tilt my head back down
i'm not ready for this yet i'm not ready for this yet oh
so is this what it feels like to lose your way
oh is this what it feels like to lose your way
oh if this is what it feels like to lose your way
i might stay i might stay on this stretch of road awhile
so i circle back the block and see the lamppost still is on
well maybe we could talk maybe we could talk
These kids know how to do a full sound and talk about the things in life that should be talked about. Also her voice is stunning.... believe you me. Hannah Daman
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022