Someone's here sitting here
Drinking out his problems
The fix that broke turned black to blue
The sand slipped through his fingers
And yesterday's smiling face
Is nothing like tomorrow
Talked to scratch but he just says
That you don't have it in you
You've got the world to blame no love lost now
The pukey kid wants someone else
To lean upon his shoulder
Hours spent coping with
Satan's bad reflection
To weigh the scales once again
Half right from the beginning
Running to hit the ground
You've seen how it was pouring
The constellations fell your mind closed in on itself
Walking back through the tracks
Where hatred turned to anger
A tired man waiting for
Some non-existent answer
And memorized your sad goodbye
The first hello between us
But all the zeros in place
Didn't amount to nothing
You only get this chance
But I don't need someone just to talk to
Amy, Amy, Amy, Ames
The fantastic indie folk songs on the latest from Gold Dust are slathered in gallons of echo, making them feel titanic and 200 feet tall. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 6, 2022