There's a flaw in the logic of your perception of me
Well routed in confirmation biases
Like i thought that i knew who you where based on what you presented
It's unfortunate
For what I want I can wait
I will wait 4800 years
There's a tacit conclusion of tribe thoughtlessly
Prescribed by they that reside in this myopic state of mind
Like i thought that i knew who you were based on what you present
It's irrelevant, what's the point of it
See me like I see you
If you were here I'd be home by know, so hold on tight
As you wildly flail for your life with your eyes
Motionlessly beside me deciding what I like and don't like about you
Fantasy and projections preclude anything you could present
What's the point of it, it's all bullshit
For what i want i can wait
I will wait 4800 hundred years
Riding the line between indie pop and psychedelic folk, the songs on the latest from The Madeleines are as gorgeous as they are mysterious. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2022