1. |
Variations
04:21
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Days are moving slowly
The minutes for me
Pass like years
I can't hear your smile
It stretches for miles
But I do not
So I stopped cleaning my glasses
Now I'm staring at ya
Through the spots
It's on repeat in my head and it goes
Hey!
You're watching all your best years slip away!
You know the one thing that we can count on is
That the night will always turn to day
To day
To day
Today
Cycles never ending
Governing my
State of mind
Now my anger, uncertainty, and terror
Have distilled into errors,
They're all faults of mine
It's on repeat in my head and it goes
Hey!
You're watching all your best years slip away!
You know the one thing that we can count on is
There will always be more time
Than we care to admit's gone by
Do we care to admit that we'll die?
'Cause there won't always be more time
For us to learn to admit that we'll die
When all of our time's gone by
Variations on the
Themes of my life
Ringing in my ears
The days are moving slowly
The minutes for me
They pass like years
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2. |
Window Pane
03:58
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You float by me
In this shared dream
Of waking ecstasy
You shimmer
You're plain to see
But you're removed
From my reality
You're something sweet
I trace your cheek
With tips of fingers fleet
Touch
Not proof enough for me
You're still removed
From my reality
A window pane
A little fogged up frames
A vision clear as day
To open iris
Climb out and flee
And jump into
That true reality
In reality there's
No anchor safe,
Or harbor great,
For sense is the one way
Know that not a thing
But what we see
Are candidates
For true reality
No!
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3. |
In The Morningtime
03:36
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I'm gonna stretch my legs tonight
And see where they wanna take me
I'm gonna write some things
I haven't had the heart to let out
I don't know that I ever imagined
Living so numb and complacent
But calculated despair's hard to argue down
Compared to
What I wanted, what I got is
A grain swept from the sand
But in the morning, I'm kinda over
Just waiting to sit on my hands
So I'm gonna do what Evan said,
And tell my friends that I love them
I'm gonna make sure I get out of
This house
I don't know what I've been so afraid
But it's making my heart stop and stutter
And every step that I take's
Another fear stared down
Compared to
What I wanted, what I got is
A grain swept from the sand
But in the morning, I'm kinda over
Just waiting to sit on my hands
In the morningtime
In the morningtime
I'm feeling it start all around me
They're dealing the cards and my hand is coming up short
And I see across the round table
The same scared eyes looking right back at me
So I'm stealing some chips from the dealer
I'm bracing myself to hold my head up high
And I see through the shade on the window
The light of the morningtime
It's the morningtime
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Mineral King Los Angeles, California
The progressive indie-rock band, Mineral King, formed during the pandemic in their hometown north of L.A., spending the year in lockdown honing their skills and crafting a set of incredible songs. The perfect blend of classic and cutting edge, they mix rich vocal harmonies with math rock-inspired rhythms and riffs to create music that is both familiar and entirely new. ... more
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