concrete deserts from Pilot Rock by Certain Trips

the bars close down
the streets without a sound
so where will we hang around
in this dead dark ghost town
and catch up on old memories
bask in any vices we please
when i'm with you i can feel at ease
even if it feels like a tease
keep it small we're not the typical crowd
mask ourselves in a mysterious shroud
been wanting to say what i've been thinking out loud
but i don't wanna turn this to a mushroom cloud
you've watched the sunset countless of times
but how many moments have you seen the sunrise
and watched the moon linger in the sky
and feel the nostalgia slipping by

we spend our nights in concrete deserts
waiting around trying to find our worth
the worries disappear with the ones you love
covered in clouds, the radio loud
as we watch the stars melt up above

• Alternative
• avant-pop
• dream pop
• neo-psychedelia
• noise pop
• shoegaze
• Atlanta