the rain moved in waves on the window
which the lights turned into stained glass
you lean forward and peek through
keep an eye on dotted lines yellow and white
and you said, "the moon's half dead."
and i could not help but agree
as we passed all the exits we'd never take
those towns don't have a hold on me yet
where are those things from my dreams?
where are those things, please make them exist for me
we're so cliche in our own way
trying to be something great
and i tried to remember the thing i forgot to do
but you answered while it was still on the tip of my tongue
no i don't mind giving you credit this time
but you know i'd rather be right
as we laughed at things we shouldn't laugh at
trying not to fall asleep at night
where are those things from my dreams?
where are those things, please make them exist for me
'cause if i had the means, they couldn't stop me
and we could leave without a peep.
The long-awaited new record from Woods feels like a stereophonic dream full of whimsical instrumentation and good vibes. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2020