Another black dog sitting on your windowsill
And another evening in, with too much time to kill
Another innocent escape into your open arms
Another probable mistake, getting in my car
Driving the scenic road to you
Past the mansions on the hill
Where we made fools of all the suits
One Sunday afternoon
Now you turned up out of the blue
Like you always do
And you told me not to worry
But that’s all I ever do
Driving back to you
Driving back to you
Find me in my darkest hour
Lay me down and light my fire
We made a plan we would circumnavigate the globe
Things took a different turn, now we’re on that same old road
And this same old mistake is really getting old
But you just turned your head away from me
When I told you so
Driving back to you
Driving back to you
Find me in my darkest hour
Lay me down and light my fire
Now you’re right there in the corner of my waking eye
A million miles between us, and an ocean of lies
And the lines on your face, they give no hint of a smile
And on your kitchen table
Your lilies have died
Find me in my darkest hour
Lay me down and light my fire
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
The indie folk duo revisit their 2015 set at Atlanta's Symphony Hall with a robust live LP benefitting Georgia non-profit Fair Fight. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 16, 2020