It was one hell of an experience in a ridiculous place
Immature but still serious, we both stayed babyfaced
Sundials on the ground, sand dollars in the sky
See you in the rear view when the tide is getting high
I think I’m outta my mind
Trying to fight the hands of time
Even though we became intertwined
We belong on parallel lines
Magnetic like words making poetry on the fridge
But pragmatic as birds taking a taxi over a bridge
And now my shadow won’t even show its face
No, I know, I know, it’s a waste, waste, waste, waste, waste
I think I’m outta my mind
Trying to fight the hands of time
Even though we became intertwined
We belong on parallel lines
With sundials on the ground and sand dollars in the sky
I’ll see you in the rear view mirror from time to time
In Adrian Snood’s songs, soulful vocals and slow-moving alt-pop swirl together to create something distinctly moving. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 1, 2023