cold shoulders make me wanna migrate to some place warm
I can't help but think about the country where you were born
I can't help but think about you all the time
the way you radiate with beauty like Paris at night
I hate the way I need you
my words never seem to reach you
my voice could never make a sound
oh, but you consumed me
put me in your mouth and chewed me
turned and spit me on the ground
I seemed to leave a sweet yet subtle taste behind
but you just rinsed it all out with a very fine wine
then you danced the night away and you woke up feeling fine
while I can't help but think about you all the time
I hate the way I want you
all the places I could've gone to
remind me that I was never yours
and you were never choosing
what I thought we were infusing
like we were Paris between the wars
UK-based Irish musician Joel Johnston creates an expansive indie-rock atmosphere on his latest album as Far Caspian. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 14, 2023