Canyons by W O L F C L U B

Your name was caught upon my tongue
A canyon in between my lungs
Exist in different times at once
Your watch was right and mine was wrong
Box of matches in my palm
Splinter light until they're done
Running fire along my thumb
Run through fire until I'm numb


Wind from the highway is filling our lungs
Road in the headlights bleaching blonde
Sting of the perfume has poisoned my blood
Fuel for the distance there's enough
Radio static, the speakers are on
Mess with the volume, miss our turn
We play with matches just for fun
Striking their heads to watch them burn


Save me I'm on fire
Canyons snaking to the sky
Fireworks inside your eyes
The colour fades the colours mine
Explosions dying in the fight
Bleed their colour to the night


Same old sun the same mistakes
Burnt out fires at lovers lake
Lie at the water till it's late
We could swim or we could stay

• 80s
• 90s
• Electronic
• dreamwave
• nrwrecords
• retro
• retropop
• retrosynth
• retrowave
• synthpop
• synthwave
• New York