Why can't you be the one to make me smile
to miss me so damn much when I'm gone away
Why can't you be the one to kiss me good bye
and be there to greet me when I get off the plane
Can't you see all the doors that I've opened to get you in here with me
I have pictured us walking, hand in hand
Not that we'd have to show off with public affection
I wrote your name in the sand and washed it away
But the water don't hide my shameful reflection
Can't you see all the doors that I've opened to get you in here with me
Can't you see all the windows I've closed to keep you in here with me
Why can't you be the one to whisper low, so many sweet nothings, I can't even count
You know I'd give away all my things if it meant I could count on your love.
Hailing from Houston, Alien Eyelid make Grateful Dead-ish psychedelic alt-country with a distinctly twangy Southern rock tinge. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 13, 2023
A concept album where meteorology is a metaphor for anxiety, the new one from timing is artful indie at its finest. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2023