Kind Apocalypse by miscellaneous owl

A woman is running down the street where I live
She looks like the sun, the sun is a neon dream
All the cars on the street where I live
Flow west like the sun,
One way down my one-way street

My eyes don't see like they used to
My ears don't hear like they used to
Sweet things don't taste like they used to
And my heart feels a little strange

The skin of the peaches can barely contain
The smell of the sun, it hangs in the branches of trees
Pluck the sun with your fingers
Fingers that bend to the pulse of your heartbeat

My eyes don't see like they used to
My ears don't hear like they used to
Sweet things don't taste like they used to
And my heart feels a little strange

Because when it beats
I feel it coming in
Because when it beats
I feel it rushing in
Coals to Newcastle
A kind apocalypse
I feel it in my soul
A kind of apocalypse

The more that I love
The more love I contain
(sweet thing, sweet thing)
The more that I love
The more love I contain
(sweet thing, sweet thing)
The more that I love
The more love I contain
(sweet thing, sweet thing)
Drowned in the world
It's more than I can take
(sweet thing, sweet thing)

• Rock
• bedroom pop
• indie folk
• indie pop
• indie rock
• lofi
• Madison