Bright in black, chemical panic attack
We’ll be together forever before you can say that back
Is your body on fire, or does your blood run cold?
Gossip ain’t a good religion, mm mm evil people eat from the vine
Sing in the shadows, sick in the sunshine
Right in white we’re whatever you like
Always and never whatever ache about you day and night
The heart won’t lie even when the hand can’t hold
Radio and television mm mm eager ugly animal kind
Sing in the shadows, sick in the sunshine
Hold your head up high, keep your voice down low
Is your body on fire? Adieu, your blood runs cold
Toronto rivals San Francisco as the North American capital of jangle pop as evidenced by this new record of sunny jams from the Motorists. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024