small, and clean, and frothing at the mouth
heard you turned your lipstick inside out
when you heard the news from lurking in the room next door
in every single moment,
acting on a lonely impulse.
in thinking maybe it'd bring back the fantasy,
you wanna buy my time.
take your money
I don't need anybody's love
and I can't say nothin to ya
it's a bad look, honey
I don't mean to be out of touch
but it don't mean nothin to ya.
As summer gives way to fall, shadowy, mournful electropop from Hante provides the perfect soundtrack to the coming cold. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2016