Now he's not just a name upon a page with all the others his age
There'll be poems about tonight
Floating around like mosquitos, they bite
And now you cry bi-nightly and I would too
'Cause his t-shirts haven't started to smell like you yet
I bet those old people seem pretty selfish now
With their immovable minds and their slippers that bind them to the floor
He's worth more
He's worth more
These days I spend my time underground
('Cause I'm coming to see you on The Underground)
You probably wish you did too now
(But I'll hold your hand and stand above it with you)
There's a radio somewhere and it's playing your songs
Tonight they've got to know where all his things are gonna go
I'll hold your hand and keep you above the land with me
It's cold and it loves you
It's old and it hurts you 'til you are too
There's no hope anymore
Just a room with a closed door and the items excavated
There'll be poems about tonight
Floating around like mosquitos they bite
There'll be poems about tonight
Floating around like mosquitos they bite
These days I spend my time underground
('Cause I'm coming to see you on The Underground)
You probably wish you did too now
(But I'll hold your hand and stand above it with you)
There's a radio somewhere and it's playing your songs
Tonight they've got to know where all his things are gonna go
I'll hold your hand and keep you above the land with me
With me
With me
Devon Church embraces a warm and introspective singer-songwriter sound evocative of Lee Hazlewood and Nick Cave on his latest. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 26, 2023