I've been growing tired of these rusty bones
Don't know if I can find the road home
Turn these bones into a place that I can call home
But who am I?
I wear a box on my face
I've come to accept
It's not just a phase
I wear this box on my face
But who are you?
To walk through the door
To the back of my eyes
Begging for more
I'll beg you for more
But who are we?
To stand in your way
We'll step aside
And walk beside you
Don't know the road home
Can't find it on my own
And I've been growing tired of these rust bones
I've been growing tired of these rusty bones
I've been growing tired of these rusty bones
I've been growing tired of these rusty bones
Carving angular, post-rock soundscapes with fuzzy guitars and lo-fi electronics, and blending with a hint of Brazil. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 29, 2014