Conversations from Conversations EP by Brothers Weiss

Our conversations, they leave me breathless. No frustrations, I hold my ears shut. I am a bourgeois dream stuck in a blue blood scene, on medication.

Your suggestions, yeah I'll listen to them. I know, you don't. Anesthesia, yeah it's flowing through the crowds, it's time that I survive.

And get well, get well. I know that it's high tide, oh yeah such a pleasure to ride. It's so good I'm in control, you know?

A yellow rose, it cut my hand open, I must say I was shocked at what I saw. I am a bourgeois dream stuck in a blue blood scene, on medication.

Your suggestions, yeah I'll listen to them. You know, I don't. Anesthesia, yeah it's flowing through the crowds, I hope that I survive.

I know what I need, and it's just one thing. A home for the sick and crazy, where I can rest my head, get some sort of sense of reality.

Your suggestions, yeah I'll listen to them. You know, I don't. Anesthesia, yeah it's flowing through the crowds, I hope that I survive.

• Alternative
• Conversations
• Rock
• Rock & Roll
• San Diego
• indie
• San Diego