Pillow Street from Blue Cabinet by Bats

The frost on the window freezes
My hands on the short ride home
From the legion dancehall
If I blew you to pieces
You’d probably tell our friends it’s not my fault

And pillow street’s all empty houses
Not one is worth its weight in barren ground
Driving you to work I wanna burn them
Before anyone can tear yours down

The oak tree in your yard looks like I did
I used to run around on gravel roads
With no shoes
With brown skin poison oak and violets
Staining all my clothes blue

pillow street sleeps with the horses
I don’t wanna get that old
And go rotten like fruit
Left alone on your window
Above the kitchen sink while you’re locked inside your room

Rain falls over Chicago
Sometimes when I think of Pilsen now
I wish I’d just died back then
If I knew what would happen
When I fell in love with Nashville again

I’d stay away from the Harpeth
Instead of sitting on the riverbank for hours
Just watching you fish
If I’d known how my heart is
And how my head goes numb when time holds a gun to it

pillow street plays the piano
A song that my mother used to sing
But it sounds brand new
It buries her with a backhoe
she’s a fossil from when Tennessee was blue

and pillow street’s all empty houses
You and I walk downhill in the cold
Your eyes open up like flowers
You look like you’ve never seen snow

• Alternative
• HAVING A GREAT TIME
• alt country
• countrygaze
• indie rock
• Nashville