Curled up, tongue-tied looking something like an embryo
And the faces all melting and running into something you’d have to see to know
And the body’s and their parts, the faces and their hearts
The ambitions that they hold everyday have a way, of turning away,
The dying scent of decay and the feelings of dismay
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could run together
Find a little place and hide
And the monkeys on their backs are poised for attack and ready to tear flesh in two
And how about you, you look so cool, you’re always doing what you wanted to do
By the time you’re eighteen there’s no way out, scream all you want but there’s tape on your mouth
And you’ll be looking over your shoulder for something or someone new
Just someone that could be true
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could run together
Find a little place and hide
I know, I pray, I hope that maybe I can turn this thing around
And I know, that I’m not crazy and sooner or later I’ll hit the ground
And fall smashing all around
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could run together
Find a little place and hide
All my life I wanted this
But I’m still not happy with it
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could run together
Find a little place and hide
Find a little place and cry
Find a little place to call our own
Find a little place to call our home
Dark but designed to move you, this Dallas group uses menacing synths and popping live drum to make heavily rhythmic post-punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 13, 2019