No wonder she's alone when all she talks about is space.
It's shame she's stuck at home and not in your face.
We live in prisons of our own design.
She's fucked up, but says she's fine.
I wait by your window
and at the sound of your voice,
my heart explodes.
I tip-toe through your garden,
but at night I lie awake
wide-eyed on the ground.
Picking scar tissue like a lock because there is no key
of what could possibly unlock you and me.
Hearts broken on parade.
And we're too calloused to feel a thing.
I wait by your window
and at the sound of your voice,
my heart explodes.
I tip-toe through your garden,
but at night I lie awake
wide-eyed on the ground.
No wonder I'm alone when all I talk about is space
Inclined to watching sci-fi shows inside a TV daze.
I've built a prison of my own design,
but my heart's on my sleeve, it's on the line...
credits
from Muscle Memory,
released May 20, 2020
Guitar, Bass, Vocals, and Xylophone - Roe O'Brien
Drums - Dana LaMarca
Recorded, mixed & engineered by Matt Maroulakos at The Den in Woodland Park, NJ
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