In the heart of Saturday night
Nothing this wrong felt so right
They say I shouldn't I think I might
It’s the thrill of the kill, the feeling inside
Loaded up, washed out, corroded
Forced back, forced down
I've fully thrown it
I wine and dine myself
Take a look in the mirror but I see someone else
It’s alright tonight
It’s just me and the voices in my head
In my head
In my head
In the heat of the night
I’m scratching like a sick dog
Lonesome under moonlight
In need of medicine
A bottle, a cure
I’m a fiend for a friend
And nothing else can suffice
And its so hard to keep them satisfied
They say I shouldn't I think I might
CAUGHT IN THE HEART OF SATURDAY NIGHT
Dreamy indie rock a la Duster/Sparklehorse with interesting with dynamic shifts and subtle hooks to keep things moving along. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 23, 2024