These lies were built on sand
When we made our last stand
You flicked me like a cigarette
blind-sided by the light
ash in my eyes
It pays to have foresight
I'm on my guard all the time...
Refrain:
Then you open your mouth a spitting image of you
Burnt bridges. I love you. But I'm tired. Burnt Bridges
Your adolescent groans
In a glass house throwin' stones
and you've shattered every window
I've never been a fan
It's tattooed in my hand
Driftin' no sign of land
It's hard to be the bigger man...
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022