Crossed the overhead to run back to me
When I took the underpass
To get back to your house
Our paths did not meet
How funny serendipity
Oh no- weren’t you promised nice things?
Can’t seem to break free- miserable memory
Falling on flat ground- this passive routine
You do it better when I look away
Fixated on the plan- to the point we can’t see
We look funny in these dungarees
Oh no- weren’t you promised nice things?
Can’t seem to break free- miserable memory
Hair on the floor, knock on my door
Whisper sweet things- till the ceilings cave in
I can’t anyway, seem to sweep away
Your hair on the floor
It’s everywhere, everyday
Unknowingly certain of who it belongs to
The hair on the floor
Dreamy vocals, pulsing rhythms, and eerie synths come together to create luxe but ominous atmospheres on the latest from Toronto's Praises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 3, 2021