Frozen Toes from The Zags by The Zags

Tracking through the snow
No feeling in my frozen toes
How did it slip through my icy grip meant to keep it close?

(Close could be closer still if he would only use his will
To hold to his chest what he loves best - but now, up on the hill…)

There! I see The Beast
It haunts my nights and days
It beckons with its eyes
It won’t just go away

The cold’s driven me so low
No feeling in my frozen toes
And now I fall wrapped in her shawl, still carries the smell of rose

(Roses bloom in June, canyons keep in tune
But his discord has him pointing toward the thing up on the hill…)

I rise and chase The Beast
I’d rather face my fate
It’s backing up, oh please
Don’t make me have to wait

When you are your own foe
And you’re trippin’ on your frozen toes
Look the lie straight in the eye
The Yeses shall break the Nos

• Rock
• garage pop
• indie rock
• power pop
• psychedelic
• Portland