I found God in an egg on a plate on a table in a Dennys on the east side. I was scared I'd find the devil in my car when I left your house that night.
Hey cotton candy skies, city lights. I'm just killing time. I wanna know what kind of things keep you up at night, and I know I say this sort of thing all the time, but please just let me know when you're home and safe and you're alright.
I wanna see the things that you see. Now I'm looking at blurry photos of computer screens. I can't read the text, but I still love just staring at it. You know lately I've been writing in pencil, but only because I can't find my pen.
When I do I will write you a letter in which I perfectly describe the feeling of sunshine on my skin while I'm walking through the snow.
Hey something, something, sleepless nights. I'm staying up all sad and wide eyed. Why'd you ever let me feel so alive? Oh cotton candy skies, city lights. I'm just killing time. I'm standing silhouetted by a skyline that's pouring out of you.
Epitaph Records will be matching all pre-orders of “Always Foreign” with a donation to The Immigrant Defense Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2017