Kind of sick of feeling shit all the time
But what’s on your mind?
Can it dissolve in me and tear me open?
Why do you try so hard?
Come around, sweetie pie
You know, you really freak me out sometimes
I heard your voice on the radio.
Wide and low, it emerged on all-fours
And pushed me over and let me know
I’ve been batty
Uncomfortable and combative
And fucking delirious
Believe me, I know
Believe me, I know
but we always come back together
Mud on our shoes from the stormy weather
And we always come back together,
Mud on our shoes from the stormy weatherRR
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