You say you love me but
I just don’t know it’s true.
You tell me only things
you know I want to hear from you.
Just when I open up,
you close the door on me.
Only when I face you
do you want to stand behind me.
A knock slept on my knuckles—
I woke it on your door,
and when you opened up, I said:
“The way I love you tells me
that I am the one,
and with that knowledge
I see that I can go on.
But if all I can offer
is words to a song,
then all our fighting means
that this war can’t be won…”
If you ask me for directions,
wondering which way to go,
I’d only point you away from me—
I’m just a scarecrow…
“The way I love you tells me
that I am the one,
and with that knowledge
I see that I can go on.
But if all I can offer
is words to a song,
then all our fighting means
that this war can’t be won…”
A big, bright, sweet single from Philadelphia's Hurry, sugary vocal melody playing perfectly against starstruck guitars. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2016
Brooklyn art-poppers bid farewell with three cerebral bangers that treat the inevitable end as a vehicle for dance-ready catharsis. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2019