…when it’s four degrees at three in the morning and I’m too tired to wonder if I’m counting down to anything…
or am I just counteracting these stagnant feet in a world that’s only spinning because I’ve had too much to drink?
LET IT HAPPEN IS BACK.
To everyone who has followed us over the last 14 years, we can't express how much it has meant. Now we kick off a new era for LIH, and hope you'll come with us on it.
New song drops Friday. New Album in January.
I don’t want to remember you for the good thing that you are and sure I’ve got some blood on my hands but you are the dark spaces that I can no longer fill in anymore
The calendars recycle… it's like everything I do. Skipping nights of sleep to drive still beats symmetrical commutes. I'll slip away from friends this once. Wake up in a couple months to realize I hate what I've become.
Drop me off where the trains congregate. With a flask in my pocket, I’m the rails that they skate. I don’t need to be bothered with the reasons they state. I am stationary and that’s the way that I’ll stay.
Turn on the light turn up the heat and put on the coffee brush off the dust from the notebooks I've been avoiding I find it difficult to compose on these lines when everything about you had a curve of some kind