The wind blew down everyone around
Stole the soul it could’ve borrowed
Overcast minds, swelled and unkind
Drawn in by magnetic sorrow
Wonder if I dare leave every care
In a mislabeled box of my letters
I dare to be willfully naive
I hope my smile won’t upset her
There’s open ground, and it’s always around
There’s another sound turning us around
Tomorrow is the question, the feeling is now
Something else, pressing on somehow
This is an intervention for your misconceptions
Believing everyone you hear
A serenade for every mistake
It doesn't matter since you’re here
The Seams' jangly pop is full of lovely melodic twists and elegant turns-of-phrases delineating the quotidian details of love and romance. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2018