Walking these rotten streets of my town
Restless and dead, isn't that ironic?
A noise in my ear that keeps me awake
Like the humming of a fly that you can't bear
And I surely don't complain
'Cause my wings don't work
And I surely don't complain
'Cause my wings don't work
Stars underneath my ceiling
Burnin' all my thoughts
I count sheep to fall asleep
But my pillows are bricks
And I'm cuttin' my teeth
Finding a shelter under my sheets
I wanna craft my own dreams
There's a hole in my bed
I've killed another lullaby
And it falls with me
And it falls with me
And I surely don't complain
'Cause my wings don't work
And I surely don't complain
'Cause my wings don't work
And I surely don't complain
'Cause my wings don't work
And I surely don't complain
'Cause my wings don't work
We fight for our evolution, we fight for our results!
We fight for our evolution, we fight for our results!
We fight for our evolution, we fight for our results!
We fight for our evolution, we fight for our results!
We fight for our evolution, we fight for our results!
We fight for our evolution, we fight for our results!
The U.K. group combine dream pop and piano balladry to usher their transcendent sound into a louder, more modern era. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 22, 2019