Synesthesia
from Mood-Altering Endorphins by Whether the Empty Storm
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about
A phenomenon in which people associate sounds with certain colors.
lyrics
I dreamt we rode into Johannesburg,
But you still wouldn’t hold my hand.
And I woke up screaming, without a plan.
All I heard from the speakers was “This Charming Man”
I try not to share. I try not to care.
I try not to stare.
In silent nights, we share secrets.
But you’re just standing there.
The red on your shoes, the blue on my dress,
the brown in your eyes, that held no distress.
The green on my wrist, the blonde in your hair,
the black from those jeans, these games are unfair.
The gold 'round my neck, wrap me in gray,
with a teal scarf, on a rainy day.
The white of your socks, the crimson tattoo,
my silver bracelet, I do have a clue.
Do I care? Should I share? Probably not.
But I stare, and He’s still there. Hearts to rot.
Sad for no reason,
I don’t really have a clue.
I'm so sick of being alone,
and I don’t know what to do.
(Oh, come home.)
I’m sick of being alone.
(Come home.)
I don’t wanna end up alone.
(Come home.)
When there’s nowhere else to roam.
(Come home.)
When nothing else feels like home.
(We’ll be alone. Come home.)
But you still wouldn’t hold my hand.
And I woke up screaming, without a plan.
All I heard from the speakers was “This Charming Man”
I try not to share. I try not to care.
I try not to stare.
In silent nights, we share secrets.
But you’re just standing there.
The red on your shoes, the blue on my dress,
the brown in your eyes, that held no distress.
The green on my wrist, the blonde in your hair,
the black from those jeans, these games are unfair.
The gold 'round my neck, wrap me in gray,
with a teal scarf, on a rainy day.
The white of your socks, the crimson tattoo,
my silver bracelet, I do have a clue.
Do I care? Should I share? Probably not.
But I stare, and He’s still there. Hearts to rot.
Sad for no reason,
I don’t really have a clue.
I'm so sick of being alone,
and I don’t know what to do.
(Oh, come home.)
I’m sick of being alone.
(Come home.)
I don’t wanna end up alone.
(Come home.)
When there’s nowhere else to roam.
(Come home.)
When nothing else feels like home.
(We’ll be alone. Come home.)
credits
from Mood-Altering Endorphins,
released August 19, 2012
Brendan Hornbostel // guitars & lyrics
Evan Linsey // bass & vocals
Mari Ma // cello & vocals
Sirkka Miller // lead vocals
Will Moon // drums
Brendan Hornbostel // guitars & lyrics
Evan Linsey // bass & vocals
Mari Ma // cello & vocals
Sirkka Miller // lead vocals
Will Moon // drums
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Whether the Empty Storm San Francisco, California
'Whether the Empty Storm' is a five-piece band from San Francisco: Brendan Hornbostel (guitar), Evan Linsey (bass/vocals), Mari Ma (cello/vocals), Sirkka Miller (lead vocals), and Will Moon (drums).
discography
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Sep 2013 -
Aug 2012
contact / help
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