ALBUM REVIEW: Makari – Wave Machine
So turn off all the lights in my room/Pretend the walls are someone to talk to.
So turn off all the lights in my room/Pretend the walls are someone to talk to.
There must be a better way.
And it’s a repetitive pattern which is very destructive.
Just one more flight, my friend, and you’re gonna be home.
Misery is imminent, desolation’s kicking in.
Hold my breath and drive, staring at the sky… A luminescent bright, running out of time.
Honey, you ain’t got to preach to me.
I’m moving on to what’s best for me.
Does anybody else know how I feel?