Why do I want the tide to constantly stay high?
Is that a metaphor for my old friends?
Drift away, like everything set out to the sea.
I know they're out there on the open.
Fell asleep with the lights on again.
I don't know when you left here, but you left behind all your friends.
You used to collect shark teeth from the shore.
A pile of clothes lays on my floor,
With ripped up pockets, holes and stains.
The smell of your shirt will start to fade.
You started collecting broken bones,
No wonder you feel like you can't find a home.
I've got a collection of my own,
Made up of everyone you've ever known.
Why do I want the tide to constantly stay high?
Is that a metaphor for my old friends?
Drift away, like everything set out to the sea.
I know they're out there on the open.
Where'd those shark teeth go?
Guess I'll never know.
Where'd those shark teeth go?
Guess I'll never
No, you don't need to come back,
I've been standing here for years.
And I can't just retract,
Your words are swollen in my ears.
So I made a compilation
Of the best bands I know.
And if it's any consolation,
They don't remind me of you.
The Swiss quartet's strongest release yet. Two tracks of assertive post-punk with primitive garage beats and and spaced-out synths. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2018