it's alright to tell me
what you think about me
i won't try to argue
or hold it against you
i know that you're leaving
you must have your reasons
the season is calling
your pictures are falling down
the steps that i retrace
the sad look on your face
the timing, and structure
did you hear he fucked her
a day late, a buck short
i'm writing the report
i'm losing, and failing
when I move, I'm flailing now
Sydney's folk noir duo expand their sound into haunting compositions that are somewhere between beautiful and melancholy. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 10, 2017