The people I love keep on dying,
and the people I love keep on moving away,
somebody just went out to Paris,
somebody to a country, I can't pronounce its name.
Sierra and me keep on trying,
but I always seem to be to late for the train,
I keep on dying,
but the cigarettes take time,
the drugs take the edge away.
Sierra was dancing with her cowboy hat on,
dancing all night to all her favourite songs,
at random parties.
Changed the needle on the record machine,
Changed the rhythm, then changning the scene,
So it seemed.
It's a cigarette she needs,
Then she falls asleep.
On blue days she was lying in castles in clouds in the blue blue skies,
she dresses to impress us,
still looks sad,
but nobody ever knows why.
Center of attention,
all the people too close, but they're still too far,
look at her dressed up as a bad idea,
we're taking this to far.
Sierra was dancing with her cowboy hat on,
dancing all night to all her favourite songs,
at peoples' parties.
Changed the needle on the record machine,
Changed the rhythm, then changning the scene,
So it seemed.
A man is his own prison she said,
She read it in a magazine.
The people I love keep on dying,
and the people I love keep on moving away,
somebody just went out to Paris,
somebody to a country, I can't pronounce its name.
Sierra she was trying,
Sierra you see,
was always late for the train,
Sierra you see,
kept on dying,
the cigarettes took time,
the drugs took Sierra from me.
A confident blend of emo, pop, and hardcore from the rising Philadelphia band, featuring introspective lyrics and churning melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2022
Rising Philadelphia band balance oversized pop punk hooks with vivid, intimate lyrics, presenting a raw, honest vision of guitar music. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2022