Yeah, maybe I was missing for a minute. Fake flowers by the sliding doors. You’re dancing to the crackle of the PA, off-hours in the grocery store. I always wanna pressure-test it. You illuminate what I don’t see, sayin’, “Nobody does it all themselves, so you can lean a little further on me.” Lean in. These minor moments of transcendence. Logistics on an endless screen. Don’t you let ’em steal your presence, or the sweetness of the in-between. Some days are nothing more than survival, all wrapped up and wired shut. You caught me staring in the frozen aisle:
“I know you’re feeling helpless, but you can lean a little further on me.” We do what we all gotta do to get through it. I’ll wait for hours for you. Wait all night if I have to. When skylines buckle and skew. I’ll wait for hours for you.
Other lyrics by Signals Midwest:
Alchemy Hour - First Demo (digital only)
I was wasted out west. Exhaling smoke between breaking waves. Slight pain in my chest. Heavy with hunger and hope for days spent so content in attempts to document it, …
Astronaut (orig. by Worship This!)
Never surrender your time to breathe. So many unexpected leave. Spinning in circles. Growing old. Life is short, we’re told. Spinning in circles. Toss and turn. …
Blood Of The Sun (orig. by Pohgoh)
When I first heard that song, I wanted to sing along. I wanted to learn every word that I heard ’til I’m sick of it. Thank you for the bug in my ear. I can …
Call The Amberlamps
Where are those comforting words now? Where are those omniscient eyes that used to burn so brightly? Now the fire has died, but the embers still glow and the smoke is …
Caricature (alt. version)
You can’t hide what you can’t hold. It’s there in the creases of your smile and the bed frame you spray-painted gold. You know, your words carry such weight. They make me …