We suffer migraines from these super wide-lense visions
We're passing eyedrops through a junkyard full of prisms
Wild oats, unloved, unsown, on what strange planet will you grow?
The poor antenna's dead so the map of stars is siphoned
On what strange planet will you spell yourself in ciphers
Wild oats, unloved, unsown, on what strange planet will you grow?
Effervescent pop without a drop of irony, perfectly geared for fans of the more dance-oriented side of indie music and Tears for Fears. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2023