Who's got an eye out for you? Do you really know that you're not alone?
Expect a call from Wall Street, or we could disconnect the phone
Just hold me closer I can't stand shopping at the mall
It's getting colder out there, do we really have to move at all?
And I took some time off work I figured I need some time to think
Spent the day in bed I didn't really sleep a wink
There's clouds within these walls and bright lights underneath
I'm finally feeling smaller, standing under blank skies in the streets
Those words of longing, don't they lose their luster?
There's thoughts of loving running but I can't seem to muster up
A decent love note or a poem either
I'm no Frost or Whitman but at least I ignite some kind of fire
After all this time, I guess it's fair
That they should fill in all the cracks
Avert your eyes from the great blank stare
Burning holes in the cloth on our backs
There's some great dream that's out there, dancing just out of reach
And we're sitting cross-armed in here, no need to drink the bleach yet
And I could stay forever in your sweet envelope
But perhaps it's for the better if only one of us elopes
Tell me to quiet down, tell me it's nothing
Tell me there's no good reason left that I've been running
And I will believe you baby, I left my will at home
Let's stay right here, be lazy, I will disconnect the phone
After all this time, I guess it's fair
That they should fill in all the cracks
Avert your eyes from the great blank stare
Burning holes in the cloth on our backs
The avant-pop of Griffin Brown works elements of free jazz and experimental electronic music into its tapestry of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2021