Window from Lawm by Rᴀwgr

Coming home, walking through the door
You let me in, don’t you worry no more
You lock the door, and squeeze me so tight
You love me so, and so I might

The window she shows
The window she shows
The window she shows
The window she shows

You lead me down the darkened steps
The cold cold floor has kept me crept
The spiders silk, the lock and crest
You lock me in and let me rest
You hold my phone, while I obsess
You hone my tone, you lock my dress
You cover up my suckle nest
It’s silly now, but I digress

The widow she knows
The widow she knows
The widow she knows
The widow she knows

The cockroach croaks the wish is kept
I cock the hose and it gets wet
I saw the rose, the color steps
A poked-in nose, a butterfly’s bets

• Alternative
• indie folk
• indie rock
• psychadelic
• shoegaze
• slowcore
• Detroit