take me out of my broken cycle, throw me into yours.
I'm tired now.
my eyes are just in line with yours.
burn much softer now my dear.
I always seem to turn the lights,
you were calling me to come on through,
I always seem to turn the lights on you.
I'm twelve hours behind you, tell me all you see.
break my cycle, throw me into yours.
I'm tired now.
my eyes are just in line with yours.
burn much softer now my dear.
I always seem to turn the lights,
you were calling me to come on through,
I always seem to turn the lights on you.
Maine singer-songwriter takes his confessional folk in an electronic direction, dabbling in synthwave textures and bedroom pop arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable May 26, 2021