Learned to tune up all my heartstrings
Played them to the brink
Strung out like before
Spilling out across my secrets
Nothing new to say
When a face just says it all
Photographs when we were younger
Memories I’ll always hold
Hoping history repeats itself
Cause I know we'll still be laughing when we’re old
And no matter where we go
I’m never gonna dig my heel
Never gonna let you down
Beg, burden, lie, or steal
Can you hear them play our song
Off your blown out radio
Singin’ it back to me
Took the wheel up ninety-five
Maplewood to Portland Maine
Climbed a mountain just to get real high
I could have sworn I heard you calling my name
Down on Main Street there’s a hole
Biggest one you’ve ever seen
No one’s sure where that hole came from
But then you said “I’m jumping in, come follow me”
Photographs when we were younger
Memories I’ll always hold
Hoping history repeats itself
Cause I know we’d still be laughing when we’re old
And as we woke within a dream
Where all of the days seem to fade
Within the haze, where the colors should be
And if you ever feel afraid
Just hold my hand
And we will venture on
To places there,
You and me
And no matter where we go
I’m never gonna dig my heel
Never gonna I let you down
Beg, burden, lie, or steal
Can you hear them play our song
Off your blown out radio
Singin’ it back to me
A collection of twinkling bedroom folk-pop demos from Fahim Rahman that arcs from hushed intimacy to sweeping cinematic emotionality. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 6, 2021