It comes in colours like a rainbow
But always different like falling snow
In dreams I live upon fluffy white clouds
And clock work soldiers they sing to me
If I could live again I'll be a troubadour
My voice will ring down the corridors
There I go again my thoughts get lost
It's just me I guess I'm at such a loss
Come back now don't be late
Sorry for the mess I always made
Like confetti that falls on wedding days
When the wind blows it will blow away
Pavement cracks and far away
Weeds grow in the strangest places
Otherworldly vocals stretch out over hypnotic, driving guitar tracks that swing from noisy to sparkling shoegazers. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 24, 2015