Speaking of dreams
I don't want to go
Bore through the wind
But that's not what I came here for at all
Blind by the light
The scissors or the flight
That’s not what I came here for at all.
Fold into the road
The buckets of roses
Fashioned by the government store
and oh, the prices are insane
The Romans penned your name
You know what I came here for at all.
Columbine and copper wire
The dandelion sits on the sidewalk grow
And all the other fishes with their best attire
While I'm on my back in the ocean slow
Forged by no one no design it sold
In weeks with a color scheme much like the Kremlin
And oh you're dirty parched like Fleur-de-Lis
A country divided so by lips and teeth.
Speaking of dreams
I don't want to go
Bore through the wind
But that's not what I came here for at all
Blind by the light
The scissors or the flight
That’s not what I came here for at all.
And we’ll wait for the stones of tomorrow
And we’ll bed down with the stones on your dying day
And the truth spreads its wings for no reason
And the truth sounds its call on your dying day.
Speaking of dreams
I don't want to go
Bore through the wind
But that's not what I came here for at all
Blind by the light
The scissors or the flight
That’s not what I came here for at all.
Effervescent pop without a drop of irony, perfectly geared for fans of the more dance-oriented side of indie music and Tears for Fears. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2023
Nashville’s Passion Fruit Boys nail the effervescent janglepop of ’80s college radio with bright guitars and immediate hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2022