Do you remember the phone in the basement?
It keeps the dead good company
Can you still see the ghost that's behind us?
Can you still, see me?
Oh my love, I hope you shine
Shine like the brightest sun
Does your heart still tick like a time bomb?
Moments like this I'm in between
I lost those photos of you in the car crash
No I don't feel the dream
Witches get burned on Sunday mornings
I blessed myself before we died
Everything feels so out of focus
I can't tell what's real
Gotta go, gotta get away from here, I gotta leave you
Gotta go, gotta get away from here, I gotta leave you
Gotta go, gotta get away from here, oh I'll miss you
Gotta go, gotta get away from this place, oh I love you
Oh my love, I hope you shine
Shine like the brightest sun
credits
from Brian TV Quits,
released May 20, 2014
Written by Brian Emmert
Brooklyn's Groupie make post-punk that is at turns bouncy, scuzzy, joyous, and sharp, with a strong melodic core; this is their debut LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 19, 2021