Neon Indian - Era Extraña Lyrics
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Polish Girl
It's been at least another year
And still I haven't got the chance to say
Always rolling off the tongue
Never said but nearly sung about a million ways
Every photograph and story
Trickled through the lengthy web of friends
I overthought but understood
Distant look but looking good
And not the other way
But you fail to remember
But you fail to remember
Do I still cross your mind?
Your face still distorts the time
Do I still cross your mind?
Your face still distorts the time
With heat struck afternoons long through
Those idle dreams go back to you
Was this only in my head
Just like most things go misread
When overthought
Writer: ALAN PALOMO
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
The Blindside Kiss
Transfixed to details in the ceiling
Won't dissolve the feeling
You're not out there
Haunts you to believe it
When they tell you that meeting people's easy
But you won't dare
One more night
You know that you owe yourself at least just that
One more night
You know that you owe yourself at least just that
Faint strange lights
Echo in the outskirts of your mind tonight
Highway glare, nearly there
But cold fronts and frigid stares
Oh, keep you from there
Basement bliss, the blindside kiss
And shyness you'd rather miss
Oh, but you're too scared
One more night
You know that you owe yourself at least just that
One more night
You know that you owe yourself at least just that
Faint strange lights
Echo in the outskirts of your mind tonight
Writer: ALAN PALOMO
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Hex Girlfriend
Friday flight feeling smeared and vexed
Girl caught, parking lot of the Cineplex
Stupid face looking so perplexed
Seeming like it was caught in a hex
"Does it make you, does it make you feel alright?"
"Did they make you, did they make you feel alright?"
Sullen sights always indirect
Tired eyes hypnotized by your teenage sect
Weekend rituals resurrecting
Feelings our sober minds reject
"Does it make you, does it make you feel alright?"
"Did they make you, did they make you feel alright?"
I know I won't be here forever
Slow burn fades into a dream
My flesh won't follow me forever
But your touch is far and few between
Writer: ALAN PALOMO
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Fallout
Melting asphalt
Running start
Winded tongue ties from a
Heatstruck heart
Are you still coursing through my veins
Or is this rain
Whispered message
Ear to ear
Tongued transmissions
Made unclear
Are you still carving out a man?
Is that the plan, is that the plan?
If I could fall out
Of love with you
I need to fall out
Of love with you
Please let me fall out
Of love with you
Ooh it's magic,
We somehow imagined
But I don't pretend to
Know what's inside you
If I could fall out
Of love with you
I need to fall out
Of love with you
Please let me fall out
Of love with you
Writer: ALAN PALOMO
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Era Extraña
Eras end above
Eras end above
I see the headlight halo
I see the headlight halo
Eras end above
Eras end above
I see the headlight halo
I see the headlight halo
Writer: ALAN PALOMO
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Halogen (I Could Be a Shadow)
I could be a shadow
In the light I'll be behind you
When the glow is shallow
There's a halogen inside you
It eclipses through me
When it's you I see, you I see
The ellipsis stills me
And every turn I follow
We're dancing with our shadows
And every turn I follow
We're dancing with our shadows
Red sky narrow
Muted night and nothing comes through
Yeah I know I don't know
Couldn't care enough to try to
But you speak with lips sealed
It's just how I feel, how I feel
And the absence is too real
And every turn I follow
We're dancing with our shadows
And every turn I follow
We're dancing with our shadows
Writer: ALAN PALOMO
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Future Sick
All strung out
From all that staring at the future
Some new smile
Passes me and I follow it
Ten years from now
When my memory no longer suits you
Let it disappear
I'll know when because I saw its transit
Future Sick, Ah Ah
Future Sick, Ah Ah
Deep blue sleep
Gossips me about the future
Condescending me
With places, people, unfamiliar
If the world bled
I'd sleep well into its suture
Still I dream
I'll wake when things start to get peculiar
Ah Ah, I know how it ends now
There's little you could do
Future Sick, Ah Ah
Future Sick, Ah Ah
Writer: ALAN PALOMO
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Suns Irrupt
Old love eroded from time
You'll remember me soon
Last stars, I follow them nowhere
They follow me too
Suns irrupt sun irrupt suns irrupt
And I wake up and I wake up and I wake up
Bloodlines erased from design
Before there was you
When you were swallowed in earth
I slept in a womb
Suns irrupt sun irrupt suns irrupt
And I wake up and I wake up and I wake up
Suns irrupt sun irrupt suns irrupt
And I wake up and I wake up and I wake up
Lost and it had to happen sometime
Gone but I'm waiting to be someone
Old stars, I follow them nowhere they follow me too
Old stars, I follow them nowhere they follow me too
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Arcade Blues
Lonely consolations from the TV screen and for the things unseen
Pixelled constellations don't know what they bring but it's not empathy
Dream from palpitations, your ideas fade, they begin to stray
But you can always make it up along the way from what you meant to say
Pointless excitation from the cluttered sounds where the voices drown
Morbid fascination insulates your brain, it becomes unwound
If only this were real, you'd see it clear as day, not some other way
Terrible electric daydreams oozing through the ground, you are never found
Take me from these arcade blues
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do
Take these hands, let me loose
Something else to do, find something else to do
Take me from these arcade blues
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do
Take these hands, let me loose
Something else to do, find something else to do
Lonely consolations from the TV screen and for the things unseen
Pixelled constellations don't know what they bring but it's not empathy
Dream from palpitations, your ideas fade, they begin to stray
But you can always make it up along the way from what you meant to say
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher