S​/​T

by Forbirds

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released August 22, 2015

Mixed & Mastered by Mark Michalik
Art photo by Alina Florinskaia
Logo by Sam Kaufman

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Track Name: Underwhelmed
And we feeling underwhelmed
By rainy spring like this
It is useless to regret
Our plans to disappear
For couple days

I've arrived at 3 am
So let's unpack my things
Please tell me what i've missed

I scattered all around the room
All the autumn leaves
You kept inside Selinger's books

I throught you can't reinvent this right
Before I let it down
This late homecoming gave me time
To be alone with falling snow and lights

Tonight rain changed to snow
And we've been caught
By this november night accidentely

Can you hear a sound
Of drops on the glass
I'll put it on repeat
Till we fall asleep
Track Name: Push Pen Anxiety
This night sinks on the sea
And my anger is melting
At your quiet voice
I hold you in my arms

Beneath my very eyes
You slowly settled down
On the ocean flow
It is consuming me away

Please bring me back in times
When I fear nothing more
Trees shadows on the wall
When all the lights turned off

Cause now we faced
This wheels around me running
Faster than my heart
That slowly dies
Track Name: Backhanded Compliment
Last two years I’ve been collecting
All your favorite traits like fragments
And finally found one
Te most attractive to me

I saw reflections in your eyes
Of what we couldnt keep
And your seditious intentions
Are weighing down on me

I pretend to be asleep
When you will come and gently close the door
Like ghosts we are scattering fragments
Of what we are dreaming of

Appears like there's something missing
In every word you said
I can't pretend that I listen
Your backhanded compliments

I pretend to be asleep
When you will come and gently close the door
Like ghosts we are scattering fragments
Of what we are dreaming of